Longer I think about my past
Life seems to fly away too fast.
How many times have I really smiled?
Have I ever done anything wild?
How many times have I been too bad?
How many times have I been gloomy and sad?
Today I lay in my grave
My haunting past I wish I could lave.
The clock is ticking but I don't hear a thing
Nor do I hear the doorbell's ring.
Without me, is the world still the same?
Is everyone still running after money and fame?
Hundred years like this has gone
I have laid like this all alone.
Every day I think of the things I have left behind
But nothing comes into my mind.
Is life too short or I just think it is
Can anyone give me an answer to this?
My lines of questions never seem to die
I can only give an honest try.
