Today is no special day, the day my life was given to meI came from the dark I was in, born into a dream
The passage of time morphed me, but still I am the same
My essence never changed, since the day my life began.
It’s another year, another cause to celebrate this life,
Yet, I do not feel older, or any more the wise
The time that passes oh so fast means nothing to me,
Instead, I’m just continuing on, continuing to be
The world around me changes, but I just stay the same
Times move on and chances fade, and yet, here I remain
A year gone by, and I am stuck here in the past,
Still wondering what happened, and why nothing lasts.
They say wisdom comes with age, but I can’t understand
Why after twenty years of wisdom I can’t get the upper hand
Cursed by an infinite life of naiveté, innocence, and trust
I make the same mistakes again as life’s lessons turn to dust
Every experience I endure only serves to challenge my beliefs
And every time I think I am so sure, but still I reevaluate things
As time passes all my stories change, to cast me in a brighter light
Until I’m just like the historians, who always paint themselves in the right
I see the years speed by me, and I wonder at their haste
I cry in earnest wondering how I can ever keep their pace
Am I supposed to learn as fast as the years go by?
Am I expected to live my life forever as a slave to time?
Because of this, on this “happy day”, the day of my peaceful birth,
I can do nothing but remain here crying, scrutinizing my very worth
My body grows and my soul matures, ever leaving my mind behind
To wrestle forever with the ever steady passing of this fickle time
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