May 10, 2000

"Your Life" by Emily Lindin

Your life is passing by so fast

You wish to catch it, hold it still

But time does not stop at your will.

When you are young, you wish to grow

When you are old, you've grown too far

You're never happy with what you are.

You're always building memories

But think about it this way, too:

Your memories are building you.

You'll never figure out who you are

Though most people spend their whole lives trying

We're all the same - we are all dying.