Freitag, 13. März 2015

Never ever




And if there ever comes a time
For us
To rest in peace
Will we be prepared
To accept it?
Will we be able
To live up to it?

Or will we just
Keep struggling
On endless routes
Towards nowhere
Just for the sake of it?

And if we are ever asked
By whoever
Whether we want to stop
Would we dare to come up
With the simple truth
That we never
Ever
Do?

Donnerstag, 12. März 2015

Near miss



When we finally go to bed
It will always be too late
For anything
Or just the wrong time
Or just the wrong place
Or just the wrong
Person
I knew you would say that!

Just being slightly wrong
About anything
Makes life worth living
Doesn’t it?