Regrets To Ash Footsteps
Almost every, time I regret a thing,
I've done it's from becoming my worst enemy
Why can I never seem, to step aside
Get out of my own way, instead of being
Caught between the many things preventing me
From heading to the spot, I should already be at
But am not, the haves and have nots are definately not
Set in stone, but the etching of the rock, is getting close
& the ticking of the clock it never slows
Plus the pressure to be succesfull tends to grow,
It looms large, i can't pretend it don't
& i'm to smart, to accept the notion I won't win
After the final second strolls
Off of the scoreboard, I know that nothings 4 shure
Exept death and IRS collections so
I'll just take these mental notes,
And let them fuel, the things i do like texaco
Then set the globe on fire utill there's nothing left but smoke
And ashes decending downwards on my coat
Footprints looking as if i just stepped through snow
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