Sunday, 8 September 2013

Right (When all that is left is wrong)

If it is time
Why does it feel like I've always been late?
That somewhere along the line
I missed the big event
Because I was too busy trying to be right.

Right dress,
Right shoes,
Right hair,
Right life.

Too busy masking the faults.

So that by the time I got there
The show had been and gone,
Leaving me with nothing but space.

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