we don t mellow with age but our priorities change life is so brief a play and years pass by in what seems like days we battle against the currents that would sweep us away all grim reminders of our frail mortality you ll wonder why you didn t act sooner when you had the chance your actions all laced with the bitter poison of defeat this onslaught of truth will engulf your conceit slow self destruction at your own idle hands staring down at your palms smeared with your own blood stains nothing changes nothing nothing you give and nothing you get nothing changes nothing you ll never know unless you try just because i ve not yet succeeded doesn t mean i do not care