I’ve got to concentrate on priorities.
Can’t negate what means the most to me.
What’s our fate? What’s our destiny?
Start with each moment’s activity.
I try, I try, I try, I try.
But what’s important slips right by.
When 20 summers pass, and they’ll go fast.
Will I look back and be satisfied within my heart.
And at peace within my mind?
When 20 summers fly, fly on by.
Will I like what I am and who I am.
Or will I even give a damn?
We focus time on what matte rs least.
And our reward, a catastrophe.
Looking back, what feels good to me?
Oh, the value of integrity.