What difference would it make,
If in this life my star should shine,
Or pass without a wake behind?
Does it matter if I rise or sleep,
Lie, or strive my promises to keep?
Could I come back to change one thing,
Or roses to some loved one bring?
Should I talk back when spoken to,
Or just ignore that silly shrew;
Believe in time and twist of fate,
Some cause my life to dedicate?
(Sometimes I think that nothing due
is paid on time, or moved on cue.)
What is accomplished by pain and time,
But changing reason to riddle and rhyme?
Is it true that I love you,
Or is the sand on sea shores blue?
And I suppose we'll drift apart,
Drink regret from a broken heart.
What is life and what's its game,
That it should start and end the same?
Why await for something more,
When nothing is what lies in store?
Bring me home or send me back,
But get me off this crazy track.
(I think it's time I said to you
the things that I believe are true.)
This time I think I've run aground,
Chasing rainbows 'round and 'round.
And if I never catch up to you
Then what's in life worth coming to?
Now there you are, you still believe.
And worst of all, your faith's in me!
You make me stand so tall and straight,
Daring me life to celebrate.
(What shall I do with the silly dope,
Once captured again--this thing called
Hope?
by PJ. Wells
