I’m the man
Who comes too late,
this seems to be my fate.
I always learn afterwards,
and all the rest,
are mental wars.
I am the man who learned,
always when
there was nothing left to do.
And it seems nothing was earned,
just the lesson,
of better knowledge.
But of this life,
I was on the edge.
This is the only way
I could understand,
after all that’s been said.
Only with pain
And bad mood,
what’s left?
It seems nothing good.
I’m the man who comes too late,
The solution, is in mind,
as the answer to any question,
when you can do no action.