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 matters least.
And our reward, a catastrophe.
Looking back, what feels good to me?
Oh, the value of integrity.