Too many bad things have happened these days,
I just wish we could go back a little ways,
To the times we were without a care in the world,
To the times we were happy, when we could lie peacefully in a blanket, curled.

I guess time is a really mean thing,
Going round and round like a neverending ring,
Getting old is very painful, very saddening sometimes,
There are so many thoughts swirling in my head and in my rhymes.

There is much sadness as friendships are lost,
I wonder whether this is getting old's great cost,
If it is, I'd rather like being young and naive again,
Just so that I could forever forget this pain.

I know people change, that friends can be forgotten,
But why oh why do their stays have to shorten?
My heart aches for those good old days in school,
When everyone was optimistic, and where happiness may rule.

I don't know why life should be so hard,
It seems like I always pick Death on a tarot card,
I know it's silly, being so negative and stuff,
But I never really knew life would be this tough.

It's been such a trial to go through life some days,
But I do, I do, through many many ways,
I suppose I was shielded all my life from things like these,
But I do hope that things will turn out better, oh pretty pretty please...?

--Leon
27th of January, 2003