My life is a conclusion
and my birth was the end.
Even though I'm changing,
I'll always be the same
a life of discovery
Is what really aim
teenage years of recovery
and the college years of shame
why can't my thoughts just last forever?
when i'm the person I am, articulate and whatever
I'm a bright light, among a sea of dim
I act on impulse, compassion, and whim
somehow, my conscious doesn't thin
when all these things are swimming within
my head so empty but yet so full
some ideas never grow old
but everyday I dissipate
just a little.