I don’t remember a day without a conflict inside
The long debates between breaking the rules and the choice to abide
The results have always varied and I’ve been neither good nor bad
Always guilty though, of choosing whatever makes me glad
To think deeper, it seems the results have varied with age
From foolish ideals to egotistic rage
I thought I’d be wiser now, making saner choices
That with experience, I’d heed the right voices
To look at my present, I’d have thought I was right
But with my perspective, everything looks different in hindsight
What would I be, I ask, without the choices I made
Just another cherishing his memories, while his dreams slowly fade
As summer gets washed away in the torrents of this monsoon
An old man stares at me, eyes glazed with a pall of gloom
The leaves rustle in the wind and his attention is drawn
I think he is reminiscing, all that is gone
‘I know I won’t end up like him,’ I promise my youth
There will be no remorse and the promise of tomorrow, will always be good
The rain comes pouring down as I turn my attention to the numbers on my screen
And I’m an old man, reminiscing those long walks in the rain, that once had been.
