Milow

Life always dumps something in your lap
You're constantly busy redrawing your map
You leave behind a fading trail
Of images and words that you hope will prevail
Life always dumps something in your way
You try to make the best of it everyday
You could give up and give in but you prefer
To keep hoping some kind of change might occur
Just hoping some kind of change might occur
Misery sure loves company
And nobody's ever who they seem to be
The daily horror of people at their worst
And most selfish, one day, your bubble will burst
So much time should not have passed
At least not that way and not so fast