Young man, look at my life.
Was it worth the pain and strife?
Jagged like a rusty knife,
That's been left out in the cold.

Went in search of paradise,
Saw my dreams in front of my eyes.
But as the days and years rolled by,
I put them all on hold.

Walked the road that most men walk,
Settled down and punched the clock,
Now, I'm grey and taking stock
of everything I lost.

Trust me son, you don't want this,
faded dreams and a bucket list,
A life spent far away from bliss,
with all the pain it brought.