You know these moments when
you feel the trip to death begin
and you'd remember just then
the way your life has been
All the memories come crashing down
memories that would make your frown
they would make you see Black or brown
and in regret you'll probably drown
Then you'd ask yourself
the only question you'd come up with
why did I put my dream on the shelf?
And its realisation was just a wish.
On walking in the death road
you'd remember every directed glare
and everything you foolishly blowed
with your attitude of I-don't-care.
You'll see every fault you made nonchalantly
but dwelling now wouldn't really repair
you'd just lose the last of your sanity
and hopelessness will consume the air.
You'd hear an imaginary voice saying
you wasted your life playing
on the beat of the music swaying
now you'll be miserably repaying.
Why will you suddenly be aware?
where was your conscious back there?
Oh sorry, I forgot you didn't care.
But now remorse will be your only affair.
Why do we wait till the end
To just think things in a better way?
wasting the days of our youth to tend
to hurt others&ourselves in every way.
We don't know when our end is
but I can tell it's nearing
so don't put yourself in the hard quiz
that not everybody could be bearing.
Death is sooner than you think
it could come in a blink
so be sure you won't sink
in the depression it would bring...
