You

You focus on the flight and you forget where to land

You have all the music but you choose the wrong band

You tear your plough through the once perfect earth

You live till you die but through dying you give birth

You have a smiling face, masking all your sad tales

Will your coffin lid seal without any nails?

You keep forgetting your past and you’re left wondering why

Will your tears be all gone when it’s time to cry?

You play all the right songs with relevance so real

You have a plate, knife and fork but you’re at the wrong meal

You used up all your three wishes for someone else’s prayer

You desperately missing what was never really there

You ask all the questions but the answers are so few

You pre-entered the race but you are still in the queue

You are always lonely yet with so many friends

You build bridges and roads but they lead to dead ends

Now take time to ask, what is it all for

Eat through the flesh, discover the core

The clock starts again, you know what you once knew

Now stop and think – am I talking of me, am I really you?