We don't mellow with age

But our priorities change

Life is so brief a play

And years pass by in what seems like days

We battle against the currents

That would sweep us away

All grim reminders

Of our frail mortality



You'll wonder why, you didn't act sooner

When you had the chance



Your actions all laced

With the bitter poison of defeat

This onslaught of truth

Will engulf your conceit

Slow self-destruction

At your own idle hands

Staring down at your palms

Smeared with your own blood stains



Nothing changes nothing

Nothing you give and nothing you get

Nothing changes nothing

You'll never know unless you try



Just because I've not yet succeeded

Doesn't mean I do not care