Time is a Fickle Friend
I am told I am lucky to be so young,
To cherish the days until I cease to create new memories,
But instead recall the past.
Time is a fickle friend.
Why do things have to change?
Sure, I am full of energy and happiness,
But why do I have to leave this place?
Time is a fickle friend.
I am to go off creating new debts and ideas,
Hoping, praying that I succeed.
I want the same as everyone else,
Life is a fickle friend.
Unless I find this passion I'm told I have,
My life will apparently be hollow.
How am I supposed to be an optimist?
Life is a fickle friend.
I try to find balance in my actions.
I love her, love him,
But jealousy comes between us.
Am I a fickle friend?
And amidst all of this I am told to concentrate.
The world is turning,
My mind is swimming,
Time is a fickle friend.