Confession

I'm a product of everything you made
which means I'm nothing at all
you see I didn't break
even after the fall

Peering over my shoulder
everything I see
the eyes are much older
a wiser version of me

On the subway of life's underground
waiting to find what comes round
I'll see what can be arranged
if I'm asked to make a change

One day it will be my time
I'll find my place in line
even I need to be someone
when my time is done

Getting used down and dirty
doesn't leave one looking so pretty
skin wrinkles and the hair is gray
I still have something left to say

Soon one day you'll realize
your time is coming round
whatever it is can't be taken back
once you're in the ground

So loosen up and take your shot
everything has it's price to be bought
no limits when you place your bid
it's only feelings that keep you hid