Read the writing on the wall,
Read what It says to you,
That life is grand but time is short,
To experience things anew.
On and on we live our days,
And everyday seems the same,
dwelling on the past and its miseries,
Who else but ourselves to blame.
And looking back on these days we’ll find,
That what we did was ‘fine’,
And regret the moment when we had the chance,
but didn’t cross that line.