You are barely tasting life
while mine lies regurgitated in a pool of regrets.
It comes down to this, when youth stays behind
and sagging skin reminds you of approaching death,
when love becomes an illusion and a disillusion
after we discover the truth we find
behind lies confused by too much tequila
and bad decisions made while drunk with life.
And we learned to cope and forgot to hope
when clouds seem far in a sky
filled with newness and intricate times
and we adapt… and we adapt,
connected by strings we tied along the way
to keep us from getting lost.
But lost we are not, just simply tired
of looking for sense in a senseless life
that lies regurgitated in a pool of regrets.