The Pale Rider
All I wanted was freedom to be free,
A lively happy soul from birth,
Couldn’t wait for growth to eat my piece of cake.
Trusted more than I could afford
Till I needed it reciprocated.
Million regrets can’t kill this guilt,
I failed to show enough narcissism,
Procrastinated works still live.
Till my neck collaborated a rope,
Words I needed was ‘you’ll be fine’,
I hear the tears, laughter and mockery
‘Was a good man, was a bad man’,
E’ryone should speak while they can, remember
There’s always a bucket to kick,
You’ll all come here and deeds will stay behind.