PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

How do we know when our time has run out?

Our songs are overplayed

Remember the music and what it's about

Wishing those clicks would have stayed

Knives in the hands of a child so small

Eventually hurt someone in time

Words from the mouth of an ammature

Are nothing but letters and rhymes

It's simple to breathe out and loose it

Or so we'd like to think

It's simpler to mess up and choose it

And dispose of our problems through ink

We've got to face the music we make

To harmonize the night

We must thoroughly think the chances we take

To see the day in a whole new light