Regrets litter in my soul as I look back
Papers and pens that made my eyes gag
This is the road I choose
A trail where works and study suffuse
This is the life I abuse
A desk of overload books and a head with no amuse
Should I sell my life to marriage, to money, to fame
Or should I work dignified until my hair turns to grey flames
I did nothing as my life is reduced
I accuse myself of living the harder way
Of peeling away my youth when the mind cannot sway
I never will be like those on the island of green
They were steps ahead before we came to be
So life must go on and I would swallow down pain
Palming other's sins, sparing no grin.
But would it have been better, is it the best way,
I work with erased antenna for medals harsh to the taste.
My head tells me to move on,
But my heart convinces me otherwise.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
Regrets litter in my soul as I look back
Papers and pens that made my eyes gag
This is the road I choose
A trail where works and study suffuse
This is the life I abuse
A desk of overload books and a head with no amuse
Should I sell my life to marriage, to money, to fame
Or should I work dignified until my hair turns to grey flames
I did nothing as my life is reduced
I accuse myself of living the harder way
Of peeling away my youth when the mind cannot sway
I never will be like those on the island of green
They were steps ahead before we came to be
So life must go on and I would swallow down pain
Palming other's sins, sparing no grin.
But would it have been better, is it the best way,
I work with erased antenna for medals harsh to the taste.
My head tells me to move on,
But my heart convinces me otherwise.
