Clear-eyed for the first time in my life and as I pass away

Time moves so slow and much too fast

These are my final complaints: youthful, unknown

These are my final complaints: I’m no wiser now than I ever was

Cruel lies- spoken soft enough to sound like loving truths

And I reach blindly in the dark. What extends to meet my grasp?

These are my final complaints: tasted the salt of life

These are my final complaints: the sting remains but the source is lost

I’m sick to death

I’m sick to death

I’m sick to death

I’m sick to death