Time

A poem before I go to sleep
High on life no time to peep
Into the box that futures hold
Where you go when you’re no longer old
When you’re rotting and your body’s cold
To see ahead you’ll see him reap
And all that’s left is sleep sweet sleep.

So wait and then you’ll see it come
But first enjoy your life little one
For living in the present is like a bottle of rum
That you can drink and then pull a gun
Or you can not and enjoy the sun
Just stick to it hard like your hair to gum
In here I know the truth will come

Forget the past, it'll never last
unless you remember.
The world is not worthy
and It's better this way
than it could have been.
Its a sin to think regrets just play
Cause it'll catch up to you, one day
some way.