As I wonder of old time's flight,
Wondering why things are...
I look into my old reflection
Not missing time-wrought scars.
As I fiddle with silver ring,
Over and under, through my fingers,
I understand a lot of life.
And my thoughts will ever linger.
My eyes have changed from innocent blue to cold, indifferent gray.
Yet I am troubled not.
But then I realize that it's not change so much as normality that troubles me.
See, I look around me and see my old friends who are the same as they were yesterday and I wonder if they ever will change.
Unlike me.
I've seen it all my life. I change; have changed, in fact, yet in one aspect I am and forever will be the same.
I am infatuated with darkness. It's caressing power enthuses me.
And though I may try and find beauty within righteousness, my search is in vain, for I live for darkness. I do not and will never understand God and his ways. It is like ole' John has said...I will never understand the Light.
