I don’t have drugs for wounded hopes
Bandages fall off, surgery cuts deeper
Yet patients just keep asking, why?
My answer that I have no answer
Just treatments; some may help
When most act out what’s opposite
Why do I still stay amazed?
So many wish to travel far
But among the numberless highways
Lie too few destinations
Am I at fault if I fail?
Lotions and potions and myriad options
Can’t save what nature designed to fall
We ignore the past though it owns us
Demand the future sing our lyrics
Certain it won’t hold the tune
In life against death we know who wins
Still they command me change the ending
I can’t be the enemy of time
My best not enough
Yet it’s all I’ve got
If we can’t accept fate
How do we except ourselves?