As I set out on the road of life
I notice good intentions
They’re strewn all about the path ahead
No chance, no hope, redemption
Broken, abandoned, alone and cold
They seem so lonely lying
Just a shell of former self
Quietly just dying
The more I travel, the less I see
It’s as if hope has lost all meaning
Good intentions are few and far between
At least where this road is leading
As I look at the road behind
At all the orphaned feelings
I wonder what could have been
If they had some time for healing
No time for what could have been
As I set out on my way
“Carpe diem, you limey bastards!"
I’m going to seize the fucking day
[November 4th 2010]
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