Too Little Too Late
They walk, separate destinations in the wrong direction.
Aimlessly drifting throughout various vocations, too idol to master what they need to succeed.
A rat pack of losers in a game they can't win, they can't because they won't, they refuse to begin.
Putting up the with the worst because that's all they deserve to themselves.
No hope for the future no thoughts that are profound.
Each day is the same as the last and tomorrow will be the same.
They live how they live and they feel the shame.
One day the regrets will come thick and fast and they'll wish once more for a chance at the past.
Too little too late they will say and keep living the rat race from day to day.
Copyright © Racheal Savage | Year Posted 2014
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