that I'm an adult
but I'm beginning to
suspect it's a lie
You believe in me
all you want, but
I make no guarantees
My plans tend to fail
possibly from lack of planning
but certainly
with lack of faith
It's just easier
sometimes
to not strive for things
or dreams
because the crashing down
of disappointment feels
somewhat beyond inevitable
Those who risk
win
that's clearly not my motto,
but it should be
No regrets, right?
Maybe I need to watch
Meet Joe Black with tea
& cry
& remember who I use to be
Then let the past collide
with the present
singing The Longest Time
& become the best bits
of me
The ghost should say good night
It's time
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