Some words we should not say
some things are not in play,
betting our lives everyday.
better not to get too excited
if we don’t know how to stay
and keep ourselves ignited
throughout the constant sway.
Your song, my verses, all
are empty farewells
which into oblivion fall
set to wane or else
we forget to be together
once again and forever.
But what’s there to get
in some promise yet
of proven happiness,
nothing more to try,
our smiles and anger belie
the state of our souls
still looking for a why.
And life’s irreverence
towards what we cherish
and its constant severance
leaving all to perish,
while we bet the same
in this constant game.
Some words we should not say
some things are not in play,
staking our lives today
and better tomorrow
spare ourselves some sorrow
and stop before we tell
a mutual farewell.