Roulette

Think of all that's come to pa*s And all the things that fall away so fast Had you tried could you have made them last Morning could not give again And soon enough those things that happen then Could only wait for your remembering when First think of this What you would miss Not what you become The scheme has no roots It sleeps on the roof Deciding its too drunk And though there seems no way to know I'd rather question when I'm old Away from all the reasons now I'd hope to deal with them somehow Along the way these words would scream But could they still remain unseen And now its left up in the air Think of all that's come to pa*s And all the thing that fall away too fast As you tried could you have made them last Morning could not give again And soon enough those things that happen then Could only wait for your remembering when