We could have set the world on fire
And not cared while the whole world starred.
We were so wild, reckless and free.
Our hearts burning with love and desire.
Now look at us… What are we?
The old boring busy bee.
Where did our love go?
Did it vanish in thin air with the flow?
Nothing is the same except our names.
When did we get lost?
We promised ourselves that we wouldn’t change at any cost.
Where did our forgotten promises go?
Why did we pedal the cycle of our life so slow?
I often wonder; what all we could be?
If only we had the time to see.
Our dreams now a demise,
And now they call our silver hair wise.