The Riddle

Seconds pass, turn into years, nothing rectified by tears, best learn how to face your fears, don't expect applause, or cheers. Letting go of all regrets stored away to hedge your bets, tally up your karmic debt, all you have is all you'll get. Can't claim that you're too young to die, heaven's deafened to your sighs, nothing takes you by surprise, some truths are hid amongst the lies. They tell you now your day is done, the sky alight with spreading sun, don't count your winnings 'til you've won, now that there's no place to run. Solve the riddle of my verse, break the cycle of this curse, deathly silent is the hearse, don't think that it can't get much worse. ©2010 DanielleWhite