Too many questions
people asked me,
Questions there's no answer to …
I'm tired of them

Too many mornings
I woke up way too early
To have no time to think it through

ref. So don't ask me today
How I lived yesterday
I've left all my past
Far behind,
And don't ask me again
What tommorow will play
It's really too soon
To say it now

Too many flowers
Live far too short,
Just to know spring, summer, fall
They fade away…
Too many lovers,
Fear of losing something
They've never really had before