The tide is turning
The sand is drying
My mind is swirling
My heart is crying
It's all too late
Who am I?
What do I want?
What can I do?
These questions, they haunt
And it's all too late
No opportunity,
No 'foot in the door'
Spent a lifetime restructuring,
Now I've no time for anything more...
It's all too late
My eyes they droop
My head is heavily hung
Feeling age prematurely
Is my song all but sung?
Am I all too late?
There is no help
There's no way out
I need a morsel
As, (internally), I scream and shout
It feels way too late
Have to do my best
But that 'list of things...'
Will never be finished
Only sadness it brings
I have gone and left it all too late.
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