The sun leaves on its own
A simple passage of the days that I have wasted
I feel the summer slipping through
These aging fingers
Compelled to walk upon the same path that I have tread so long
Still nothing changes
A simple passage to a place that I have come to know
I still remember
All this time I've wasted
In my self-righteous anger
Oh the years I've lost
To this profound indifference









