The After Thought

Why do we always become aware of things when it’s too late The unconscious mind screaming to closed ears just wait And you know the saying hindsight is 20/20, well some are looking the wrong way Gasping for one last breath, when fate is instinctive, and we just opened the wrong gate Stumbling down a dark road, getting drunk off your indecisive thought, and getting lost in a maybe Going anywhere but up Sipping from the finest glass when all we need is a cup Your no cannot see clearly and your yes comes about rarely So, you always leave a p.s. explaining all your wishful maybes In essence this is just a post script, explaining my life in a long p.s. because we all have regrets or things, we wished we would have said We’re constantly writing little nothings in life that mean everything in someone else’s head This is my afterthought p.s. a heart beating but dead...