Is That Me??

Time is flying past me,
and I'm staring at it idly
as its ticking away
I'm left in a wondering sway
thinking about all the lost seconds, minutes, hours
all the lost time where I could've changed the way my life looks now.

Seems like only yesterday
I was this young lil' thing
lost in the world of my own
painted black, blue and grey.
Don't be alarmed, they're just colours
of the sky on rainy days.
No dark feeling, no dark meaning
to the colours of my choice
there's nothing hidden, they're just random picks.

When you are young, you just follow the flow of your thoughts,
lead you, it may, to not so pleasant paths but then you are allowed to make few mistakes, as you are YOUNG.

Present is a different story,
Past is long gone
Future seems murky
Cos' present seems dull and weary.

Is that me, I'm looking at
either I've turned into an ole pumpkin,
or that mirror is CONVEX.
Either way, I don't like what I see.

and I'm thinking about all the lost seconds, minutes, hours, all the lost time, where I could've chnaged the way my life looks now.