Warnings about wasting life. |
Repeat This Life I look around and ask “What have I become?” How did I slip so softly To the bottom rung Of this so-called existence That passes off for life, Where the pains from it Bypass the cut of a knife? So many dreams … So many hopes … Now life forever has me Against the ropes. I remember quite distinctly Being a small child in wonder, Never to be scared - No mind to the thunder. Back then, I had eyes That were so bright They could make quickly A black hole white. But now, I’ve seen so much Through these eyes, I’ve seen many hopeful dreams Deteriorate into lies. The field has changed Due to mistakes of mine – I would try to fix them But I haven’t the time. Now I’m down here In this rat race, Trying to keep up And get out of last place; Hoping my child Doesn’t follow the same Path filled with broken dreams And a muffled pain. I have the responsibility To share my knowledge wealth, To prevent my troubled past From perpetuating itself. My fate at this time Appears to be sealed, With a set of dreams Apparently unfulfilled. Let this be a warning To all those on the edge It’s a hell of a fall When you slip off the edge … I can scream and moan About the pain and strife, But you now have a chance Not to repeat this life. |