Nothing goes quicker than life flying by

Anything to be youthful again makes a fair fight; 

To its speed, individuals turn a blind eye. 

Everything starts with a simple lullaby, 

Nearly nothing could make one petrified; 

Nothing goes quicker than life flying by. 

A mind turns into a place only facts occupy,

Obsessing over the numbers that pass by; 

To its speed, individuals turn a blind eye. 

Obligations appear to rapidly duplicate,

Wishing time would repudiate; 

Nothing goes quicker than life flying by. 

The loss of one's youth is burdensome to deny, 

Soon, the fire inside starts to shy; 

To its speed, individuals turn a blind eye. 

Alas, the end yields a gloomy goodbye,

All too early, death strikes with a shard cry; 

Nothing goes quicker than life flying by, 

To its speed, individuals turn a blind eye.