I’m scared that it’s too late, but not scared enough If I had acted on the knowledge would it be so tough Don’t like looking back but regrets hang over me As if I wanted to become what I indeed came to be Sometimes I wonder if it is I upon whom my gaze falls on in the mirror – who is that man I shiver He stumbles down the path and hurts along the way Stabbing with a knife that is blunt yet sharp in play We were warned about our tongues and yet I failed To listen to the words of wisdom – an act of betrayal.

It has been so long – I just need the release One last stroke, one last letter one last key Like a drug addiction – its hard without Burning thoughts fizzle and words come about Meaningless perhaps but the relief is greater Than smoking or choking on toxic vapour So I write these rhymes that fail to inspire To satisfy desires I get higher, and higher But the hit is over quicker than it started As if my previous state had never departed.