Late

The things we say,

     makes life so hard

In order to live,

we excuse our behavior

When do we know what is what?

once it’s figured, it’s too late

The eyes of the storm,

makes one very troublesome

I’m afraid that it’s too late,

we’ve been left behind

No more second chances,

not even one glimpse

We reap what we sow,

we’ve neglected the truth…

& now,  it’s too late.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s