this is it it’s the time where we can act maybe make some difference if we believe if we try
hourglasses the moment slips past us while the shadows of our plans (or our pride) keep a tight leash we fool ourselves into thinking it’s divine
but what else could i do if i fear their words are true if i’m clean there must be something i see
i’ll admit there must be lessons left to learn no i won’t pretend and i’ll try to rectify the things that i’ve come to represent anger judgment resentment it’s a fool’s parade can i accept the revisions that i make
what else could i do
redefine rebuild design revise intention outweighs the scars overtime
but what else could i do if their words are true no i’m not clean there must still be some in me