Cruel Light

Cruel Light

In the early morning darkness
I wake up from the night,
then stumble to the bathroom
and the cruelness of its light.

It shines upon my tired face,
the truth is staring back,
showing every wrinkled line;
where time has left her track.

Sometimes I think it's so unfair
that life just races by,
I wish I could go round' again
and give it one more try.

There never was a guarantee
that I had ever heard,
written down in any textbook
or whispered on a word.

All you get is what you have,
you better get it right;
it's you my friend that's staring back
in the cruelness of the light.