Why is it always too late?
May it be by a little or by a lot.
I'm starting to think that this is my fate.
No chances I could have caught.
It seems to be repeating itself.
Over and over again.
I continue to hurt myself,
Over and over again.
Time can never be in one's hands.
It's always ticking and moving on.
All the ideas, all the plans,
Have just left and gone.
When will it never be too late?
When will time be fair?
All I can do it wait,
Until I disappear into thin air.
August 31, 2017
