So little, with no due date

With time passing off the mirror

Coming off viewing the wait

When is there ever a time

When they say it’s too late

As my thoughts run chasing

The open gate of success

Leaving words unsaid

That I’m not quite ready to confess

As I fall deep, with less rest gone asleep

Taken that leap, to risk it if you want it

Even if it hurts a bit with all but little bull shit

That’s sets in my ear that we often come to hear

To the mistakes I’ve made of the regrets I’ve done

That’s I can’t face but choose to run from

Of the ordinary like the most of them…