Scratch

Every now and then I wish
I could start over.
Of course, that's not possible,
unless I'm counting on reencarnation,
wich I'm not.

To start over from scratch;
wouldn't that be perfect?
If only us, mere mortals,
had that kind of power;
But we don't.

So what do we do?
When we are in that
awful place,
where nothing makes sence,
and we feel we don't belong.

We try to change.
Our lifestiles, our priorities,
Our ways of thinking, of talking,
and we make a new plan.
That goes with a promise.

The promise of never
feeling that lost again.
Of following this new plan
in sickness and it health,
until death do us part.

But nothing is perfect, my friends.
No plan is booletproof.
Cause even though we've changed,
the past is still there,
and it'll be there until the end of times.

So we just have to learn
to live with it.
That's what gives us character,
knowledge and wisdom.
That builds our personalites.

Wanna here my plan?

to be continued...