I’m sitting here reflecting on a world that has passed me by.
My time is spent, where has it went, if I had just one more try.
I can’t help but think about the way it might have been.
There is no turning back, we must move on my friend.
Not so long ago, it seems when I was young.
My adolescent dreams, of great things to be done.
I took for granted pleasures that children only know.
Memories like treasures, I lived them and let them go.
The years have gone so fast
I can’t change the past
Turn back the pages of time.
I cherished not a moment, Saw chances pass me by.
Regret will be my eulogy of things I didn’t try.
I lost my self to trifles, found no meaning there.
A hedonist disciple afraid to even care.
I’ve locked away my secrets, no relationships to come
Fears I learned in youth never trusting anyone.
Self doubt it preyed upon me, forever the willing host.
I left no mark behind me as if I was a ghost.
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written by Ron Skeen.