The world’s gone mad.
As the last ember crashes down,
And the stars have begun to fade away.
And I am just a waste of youth,
Something that lost promise before it began.

And I sit like a flat tire,
waiting to rot.
And the world has begun to fade out.
And it is once again morning.

And who shall give me roses?
And what shall I wear?
Will I be remembered,
Or just sadly ignored?

Am I losing my grip on the world?
Or is the world spinning me off,
An ephemeral spinning like the wheels
of my childhood bicycle
As everything crashes
And the hill is too steep?

What shall I become?

Who shall I become?
Who shall I say hello to?
Should I be by her side?
This isn’t fair,
But than again what is today?