Wasted

There is time to mourn, and there is time to dance,

And I shoot between these times as I clap my hands.

I used to smother who I was, but then I forgot.

My brain is a flesh carousel starting to rot.

There is time to laugh, and there is time to fall apart,

And if you get confused, you go back to the start.

I used to live thinking that I had nothing to fear.

The heaven knows I wasted my brightest years.

-Jackie