It Was Good I Guess

It was good I guess,

Nothing much, but with

No one to impress.

Fun for a moment,

Fit to entertain,

But it feels just fine

As we fade away.

I'd tell you not to be sad, if for

A second I thought you were.

Truth is, we're all just fleeting

Figures walking in and out the door.

Everything is temporary, even

Mountains fall apart.

Not all ends come in flaming form,

Mushroom clouds are for special occasions.

This, darling, is just the changing

Of the capricious seasons.

Think of me what you will - good or ill

But I've been around a time or two,

Long enough to not need reasons.