Nobody can say
What another year will bring.
Certain things are guaranteed,
Like the deaths of trees and
Relief from the frost but
What will my place be
In the concrete wheel of the year?

The clock seems to have snuck up on me;
Take me back to when my
Future was bright and my eyes were
Shining with all my fruitless dreams and
Unguarded emotion.

But the corruptions of life are irreversible,
So I sit and watch the
People and aspirations drift
In and out of my life and know
The only thing you can ever depend on
Is the passage of time.