As the smoke flutters off my lit cigarette,
I remember all the dreams I let pass by.
I remember the ambition,
The hope,
The fearlessness in those eyes,
It feels like my youth was wasted in those moments passed
by.
I look back now and think why,
Why not this,
And why did you do that,
No matter how many whys and ifs,
Those moments have passed by.
Now I see the moonlit sky,
And it conjures those moments since passed by,
But the future,
And the unending promise it holds,
Will never let me go to far awry.
The dreams that have passed by,
Will always be by my side,
But knowing not where my future will lie,
I will always keep my watchful eye,
Closely on that midnight sky.
