Is it the fault of time?
IS IT THE FAULT OF TIME?
That, from being immature and crazy they have all become so sensible and mature.
That they, no more are retards with me.
That, they are so busy in their lives that phone calls aren’t important anymore.
That, different cities matter to them the most.
That, promises of early times are now just figure of speeches.
That, time has changed them so much.
Yet, I am still standing here,
As close as a phone call.
Still a retard.
Counting the promises
Counting the memories.
Recalling the immaturity and insanity we all shared,
Yes, I’m standing right here
But, time, it changed them all.
No darling, you dare not say, they changed,
They did not.
Because, I’m still that immature to ask:
Is it not the fault of time?
IS IT NOT THE FAULT OF TIME?