A life can no longer live
With its predisposed inclinations
Towards the irony that it has lived.
Within the mind of the matter
The right decision lays ahead
Because its wrong in one glance
But so right when its been said.
We both know its indecision which
Has caused so much contempt
So we look towards eyes of wisdom
To lead us to the end.
A period marks the beginning
But more importantly states the bend
In this story told with passion
But ending with regret.
Knowledge of when we struggle
Has lead us to this trend
Of hurting when least open
And caring when loves spent.
A thought will come too early
And a word will be too late
To save this once utopia
From an reduction of our fate.