It takes far too long
To figure out the right from wrong
It takes far too much
To comprehend how much is too much
It takes a lifetime
To figure out life is about time
Sometimes it’s far too late
To let go what is already lost
It takes too long to figure out
There isn’t any blue print
And there isn’t much to figure out
By the time we find the puzzle pieces
It is too late
The puzzle actually is being undone
And not all pieces fit in
It takes forever
To know that silence is eloquent
Conveys more than words
It takes too many wars to know
To know what actually is at stake
And wars go on far too long
And love?
We can barely hold it for long
It slips through fingers like sand
The moment you define it
It becomes a possession
A caged bird
Which rarely returns when set free
It goes away far too far and
Far too long…
Mad Decadence 