One day you’ll regret not doing it
The dreams you have
The I love you’s
You hold back

Golden years are rare
And all your heroes are dead
Pervasive psychology wins in the end

What do you want
What do you feel
How do you know that it’s real

Congruent little lovers and friends
All sitting on the grass
Waiting for the end

One day you’ll forget everything
Even the things that use to matter
You will be decomposed going back to the soil