Post Mortem

Man fears time That’s why we waste it We keep running against time ‘Cause we know we can’t chase it.. Why do we keep waiting For something that’s never there? Instead of just accepting The truth no matter how unfair? Until the damage is done And there’s no place to go When the weeping has begun There’s nothing left to show.. They say what ifs and could’ve beens Are the last words of a fool And giving up on dreams Is something only cowards do.. But regrets never come first And sorry is always late The retribution is a big black hearse For us victims of time, preys of fate.. I have struggled and craved For revenge, respect and redemption But I have always failed Now my consolation, is oblivion..