Has it all been a waste?
I cannot pick through the thrown out moments
in this trash can anymore.
Living old memories is twice as painful and burns too much time up. Writing about. Reading over. Discussing your plans. It's all minutes wasted.
Saying sorry means nothing after a point.
Live and learn? Not if you focus on the wrongs.
But when do things get righted again?
When do I feel successful,
needed,
loved,
applauded?
When your mistakes are rubbed in your face,
and Time keeps bringing back the past,
the moment of approval will never seem to come.
And so we toil. For the distant day in the future when we remember the past and how we triumphed over our failures. Living in our split level. 2 car family. Hoping for better days that will never come because you've missed the boat on them.
Then the kids scream and bring you back to reality. It all means nothing when you're on the road to nowhere.
I cannot pick through the thrown out moments
in this trash can anymore.
Living old memories is twice as painful and burns too much time up. Writing about. Reading over. Discussing your plans. It's all minutes wasted.
Saying sorry means nothing after a point.
Live and learn? Not if you focus on the wrongs.
But when do things get righted again?
When do I feel successful,
needed,
loved,
applauded?
When your mistakes are rubbed in your face,
and Time keeps bringing back the past,
the moment of approval will never seem to come.
And so we toil. For the distant day in the future when we remember the past and how we triumphed over our failures. Living in our split level. 2 car family. Hoping for better days that will never come because you've missed the boat on them.
Then the kids scream and bring you back to reality. It all means nothing when you're on the road to nowhere.
