Speed on by. Don't seem to have the time.
What about this life, what about this life
Can I call mine?
Issues in this paper, but somehow I'm not concerned.
Seems I've been this what day before, but I never learn.
Children slowly turn.
Time sped gone. We didn't see it go.
Now what do we have, now what do we have
That we can show?
Friends you swore you'd never lose melted from your style
Down the tunnels of your youth and now you never smile.
Children learn to smile.
Gil Scott HeronNow and then