Trist

Alone with your thoughts is not a place to be
When your mind is a prison you can never be free
An idle state feeds the guilt of inaction
So we seek anything to serve as distraction

Always coming, never going, always waiting, never knowing
A life of certainty sounds like a dream to me
The reality a debt of emotion and wealth, both forever owing
Oh how we long for a world that once more feels free

Our age of innocence and ignorance is gone
Replaced by awareness of all that goes wrong
We swim in the sea of sorrow and trist
And drown in the memory of the chances we missed

Life is a game without a save state
How to win is the question we all sit and ponder
One move throws the game and we realise too late
With no way to win we're left but to wander