19 November 2012
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.
Too Late • Opuss № I