All these years of life- And still nothing to show for it,
Opportunities have come and gone- Was too afraid to go for it.
Afraid to reach for the sky- For the fear that I might fly,
And there's not a day that goes by- That I don't ask myself why.
Why'd I let them slip away- Instead of grabbing a tight grip,
Living my life day to day- Just trying not to slip.
Back to where I was- But no progress is being made,
Tried to take control of life- Instead I've become it's slave.
Just tryng to elude the grave- Instead of actually trying to live,
Just trying to not to lose anything- Instead of actually trying to give.
All of myself- In an effort to escape this life,
Pretending that I know where I'm going- When I'm actually lost with no light.
So I fight and I try- As the tears escape from my eyes,
Headed down a path to nowhere- As I start believing my own lies.
Eyes are wide open- Yet I still can not see,
Praying to god hoping- That somehow he'll rescue me.
From the hole that I've dug- In the ground 6 feet deep,
As the saying goes- I've made my bed, so I must sleep.
And I must reap what I've sewn- My chances have been blown,
Forced to travel this path- Without a map and all alone.
Hopefully I can make it- And come out without a story to tell,
But if I don't, then to the world- I bid a farewell.
Michael C. Lucas