Life is like a nursery rhyme.
Takes a minute to know what you've got on the line.
Justified You even know what you want on the spot.
Take time to realize it will eventually rot.
Although the same can't really be said,
For there is love an people that you will look above of.
An memoirs.
That never Although forgotten cannot really die And those feelings though dead.
You cant rely on there death for they can simply revive in your mind.
An that story is a part of another time.
All I hope is that I find what I want .
Al thought been close but only to feel a harsh taunt.
A taste of what I pray n I crave .
Won't waste my time to learn what I already know.
And times up this nursery rhyme got no more to offer.
There goes the schmo.
