narrator
11-20-2002, 01:18 PM
Complete
But things were as they say
Yet not precisely
Accurate
Something amiss?
Door shut, locked
Something I missed?
One space ahead of the rest
You’re just waiting to lose
Or
Maybe you’re afraid
Locked behind that door
Of peers and solitude
Conclusion
Too soon, it is
Failure is a process
With many steps
It takes something great
To truly fail
Losing is an uphill battle
Giving up is just hitching a ride
Dying is a downhill stream
It moves quicker than you think
And is much deeper than it seems
Truly we all died today
And we can all die again tomorrow
Truly
But things were as they say
Yet not precisely
Accurate
Something amiss?
Door shut, locked
Something I missed?
One space ahead of the rest
You’re just waiting to lose
Or
Maybe you’re afraid
Locked behind that door
Of peers and solitude
Conclusion
Too soon, it is
Failure is a process
With many steps
It takes something great
To truly fail
Losing is an uphill battle
Giving up is just hitching a ride
Dying is a downhill stream
It moves quicker than you think
And is much deeper than it seems
Truly we all died today
And we can all die again tomorrow
Truly