All your
days become daydreams
Spent in hiding from sunbeams
Hailing upstairs in your room,
rowing pale as the moon
You won't draw your curtains back,
all your mirrors draped in black
And your clothes become threadbare,
but you patch them up with canes
Sew your heart upon your sleeve
Permanently you'll be read
You're in mourning for your youth
All the things you didn't do
Of all the sad
Words of tongue
More of pain
Saddest are these
It might have been
Writing to a long -lost friend
Letters that you'll never send
It's too late now to repent,
all that's left is to lament
Wallowing in cowardice,
melancholy thoughts persist
Laundry list of things you missed,
it's no fun to reminisce
Hang your head in sheer disgrace
As the tears roll down your face
Seems you'll always rue the day
That you put your dreams away
Once the sun begins to set
It gets harder to forget
All the things that you regret
Hazing to and fro, you friend
Your sleepwalking sight unseen
Locked inside a waking dream
All your days and nights, you mourn
You'll be forever forlorn
Of all the sad
Words of time, or of pen
Saddest are these, it might have been