Everything hurts when nothing works
And you are but a lie
The salt of my awareness
Stings the wounds that never bind
I laugh and laugh at irony
As I am not the same!
So apart and so afar
The youth, the youth today!
Had my turn and spun the wheel
And hapless I was left
Grey confetti in my hair
With tears along my dress
I have had my turn, spun the wheel
Swam in with the surf
Spitting into scarlet cups
For which I once I had thirst
Everything hurts when nothing works
And you are but a lie
The salt of my awareness
Keeps the sadder faces dry
I laugh and laugh at irony
As I am just the same
Hissing at the happier
That never let me play
Youth, you youth
You are not me
Beneath my hands I'm whispering
"Oh, how I would love to be..."