Not me, not me. For time's not kind, And I'm not free. I've sat so long to watch the will Of anger and destruction Smash good sense into disruption. My hand's not firm, My mind's not sure. I cannot know What will endure. Do not look to me, not me. For time's not kind And I'm not free. I've looked long years To see the truth That might make clear What from my youth Led to mere complexity And complete perplexity. Do not look to me, not me. For time's not kind. I've lost my mind and I'm not free. But mankind's not What it should be. So, if not me, then who? Then who?