Life is the Mallet in a Game of Whack a Mole
It's a lonely ride down from the top
You're riding down the footprints of your past
All of your progress is being erased
Have to choose to give up or find another way
Riding listening realizing the moments you missed
Your way to the top was blinded by the bliss
Realizing you could have made more of it
Pouring your soul as you travel toward the abyss
Wondering what could have been
Hope fleeting with each hove beating the past
Knowing and wishing you could have made it through the test
If you had only known and not been so focused on getting to the top
Worries and misguided goals matter little now
You have to make it day by day
It doesn't matter where you've been
Need to find a meal and a place to rest
Good night everyone and appreciate where you are
A tumble down the mountain is always near by
It doesn't matter what you drive for a car
We are all susceptible to the player of whack a mole way up high...
-Epirus
edit on 29-12-2012 by Epirus because: (no reason given)