What is lost then could never be found
Not on the books you burried yourself in
Nor even under the fort you call apathy
What you've lost is carried away with time

It's too late; your youth has slipped away
Next to the many regrets you collected since
Were the choices that have dulled your soul
Choices that ultimately colored you gray

Years gone by though the consequences--
The results of your very negligence
Still haunts you with the ghost you know
The ghastly ghost of your wasted youth

Seven days to celebrate another year wasted
And despite knowing the reason of solitude
It still makes you wonder, how each year--
Your birthdays get to be grayer than the last