Those lousy decisions, years gone past,
And naught to retain, of a splendid repast.
Mistakes were my own, the results I did mask,
I just wanted love, was that too much to ask?
But yes indeed, an arrogant hope,
But surely not such an uncommon trope?
Am I really so different from all the others,
Would I choose to be them, given my druthers?
Such sweet confusion, my logic all lost,
And yet I still want it, regardless of cost!
Ah, how sad, the human condition,
Why must it always include this attrition?
But I suspect that the sad truth is this,
We seek, never finding that sought after bliss.
Always the same, head in the game,
Yet ever and always, another near miss!
And naught to retain, of a splendid repast.
Mistakes were my own, the results I did mask,
I just wanted love, was that too much to ask?
But yes indeed, an arrogant hope,
But surely not such an uncommon trope?
Am I really so different from all the others,
Would I choose to be them, given my druthers?
Such sweet confusion, my logic all lost,
And yet I still want it, regardless of cost!
Ah, how sad, the human condition,
Why must it always include this attrition?
But I suspect that the sad truth is this,
We seek, never finding that sought after bliss.
Always the same, head in the game,
Yet ever and always, another near miss!
