She´s NOT me

The choice was mine and mine completely,

I could have any prize that I desired

I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire

Or else, or else I could choose time

Remember, I was very young then

And a year was forever and a day

So what use would sixty, seventy be?

I saw the lights and I was on my wayAnd how I lived, How they shone.

But how soon the lights were gone.