and would you rewind
turn back time
at the drop of a dime?
don’t you regret
the things you haven’t done yet?
you were busy making your bed
you wanna rip out the pages
erase the errors, own up to omissions
we’re running round in cages
time-clipped wings that will never feel the wind
the cynics and the sages they both say nothing matters in the end
if all the world’s a stage won’t someone please raise that curtain again?
and is your first fear
how long you have left here?
those pesky headlights come on strong dear
are you afraid
of the life you have not made?
the second hand body slams you in your place