Time...

Sometimes it seems
like it's all a cruel game.
Worlds change
but still i stay the same way.
I know, you know,
we all come to know
but what i ask is who,
who made up these foolish, foolish rules.

Most times i feel
like the youngest kid on the block.
Come on, let me play,
i hear the ticking of the clock
I know, you know,
we all come to know
the sands of time
thought the grains are so very fine.

Melancholy baby,
maybe you will find
if you lost your happiness
or just left it behind,
Maybe there's no reason,
but season what you find.
Sometimes the bitter taste of truth
lingers beyond its time.

Sometimes i feel
that nothing really does ever change.
Just names and dates,
look them up in history books
or Look, or Life
and hear now the news
but only on the channels that you choose.

Meloncholy baby,
maybe you will find
if you lost your happiness
or just left it behind,
Maybe there's no reason,
but season what you find.
Sometimes the bitter taste of truth
lingers beyond its time.
                Circa 1980s