The years slip away
While we’re wasting weeks with wrath
Treasure every day
The years slip away
While we’re wasting weeks with wrath
Treasure every day
Every day we live
With someone else’s choices
Help out future you
So what are regrets?
Holding on to things that hurt?
Lessons still unlearnt?
Damp drab dreary days
Scuffling through rusty leaves
Searching for wild life
Trees can’t move their roots
They grow where they were planted
But they can still grow
Lying in her lair
Waiting for the wolves to were
Secret silent snare
Wherever we look
We can never see ourselves
Just a reflection
Across golden fields
Misty mornings fall lightly
And some are broken
Only the morning
Transforms the desolate bleak
Into such a glow
A foggy cold fret
Bitten by this fierce snell wind
My fair jeelit feet