Too late was I, to notice the times
Too late was I, to notice my crimes
Too late was I, to realize that my lines are floating on a sea of chimes
Never to be heard, never to be seen
Like a young boy, I used to be keen
Now I look at myself, floundered by being teemed
Teemed on the edge of happiness, never to feel it
Flipped on my head by greatness, never to seize it
Knowing not what was coming, never to see it
Too late was I, to look for the signs
Too late was I, to pay for my fines
Too late was I, to live during the time