Years pass,
But I stay put.
No one understands,
But I just place the other foot.
Time is flying,
And everything changes.
Whether it be your style,
Or the way your room was rearranged.
You're rude.
Don't say that.
Stop it.
I am sick and tired of you.
That's what they say,
And they shout it loud.
You won't be stopped,
For you are proud.
They may curse and shout,
You have prevailed.
Prove them wrong young one,
For they've been jailed.
You've gone so far,
I know it feels so short.
You'll soon find yourself,
In a transport.
You'll be on your way to the beginning...
