A Cowards Existence - Fuck the Facts

The meter will not wait for me

Nursing tomorrow where it doesn’t belong

I will blow the hours, waste them in time

I will fill the vacancy with excuses for a better opportunity

In line for the perfect moments

I will cover myself in disarray

I will over cherish my subroutine by fear of change

Crippling my every day

Time will not wait

Hold back for me

To grant myself permission

To decide

My stinginess with taking risks

Is costing me a high personal price

Facing any probable mistake

I will change sidewalk

I don’t fall, I don’t bruise

I surrendered before even trying to lead my own effort

I’m a coward, I place my fate, my fate in the hands of God

Will time pick up the few broken regrets

And bring me back all the chances I missed

I will hold tight the moment until all becomes flawless

The days, the years have so quickly disappeared

The dust, the stench of the flaws

I can’t face, I rather look in the emptiness

For a comforting hollow thought

Absorbed in my own routine

Floating in my empty shell

I won’t dare, but smile with the sads

And hold back for time to bring me the end