Crusing throughlife, causing heartache and strife.
A hurricane of dreams some helpful some mean.
Pretending I don't care.
Even my spirit has wear and tear.
Smiling through the pain, going against the grain.
Sometimes showing my fangs to the wrong people.
Praying that this life has a sequel.
A second chance.
I'd take a different stance and try my damndest not to mess this up.
I think I would have better luck if I know then
what I know now.
Never allowing myself to settle forsecond best.
For once I'mk looking forward to that eternal rest.