When you’re 20 years late
In life and living
You are early to lose hope,
On things that might matter to you.
You would face the predicament,
Of deciding whether to sit down somewhere and repent,
Or to go berserk and make up.

You see time just round the corner.
About to turn out of sight for you.
You still have an unexplainable new you.

New?
Yes, rarely knowing what to do with your ****** self
Now that you feel you are already late
You begin to smell and go bad.

It’s a hopeless case now.
It’s a ‘sinking star’ you think.
But as time about to bid you good bye
And close the ledger for the day
The desperate you remains to be accounted for.
This mortal existence begs for a second chance
‘To strive’ and ‘to seek’ and ‘never to yield’,
So you give it a last go.
As it’s a better choice you have anyway.

No?