Too late

 I wake up and groan 
Hating what's ahead
Same old job, bored to the bone 
Watching the clock, waiting to flee 
And as seconds pass by, 
So does the time
And along goes life, bye bye 
Another day over, time to shine 
Now is the time, believing in fate
Expect, it's already too late 

A fleeting feeling perhaps,
Everyday
Looking for life 
The spine tingling experience of first love 
The heart wrenching feeling of not knowing what’s going to happen 
Yelling at someone because you don’t need to take their shit 
Watching the sunset on the sandy beach 
And laughing so hard at the simplest thing 
But, not knowing what it is to look for 
The search begins
But it’s already too late

Life goes ahead as usual 
Return home to fall asleep 
And arise once again 
Wasting away slowly, not knowing what's passing quickly by
Until one day it's just simply too late 
And it's over 
And Life, so absolute yet so poetically fragile, the mere thought of death, giving our years a meaning
It’s over and there is absolutely nothing to do
It’s too late 

The idea that life is exactly the same 
Every 
Single
day 
Detesting the thought of waking up 
Suffocating, all the time 
Drowning, all the time 
Dying, all the damn time 
What could you possibly do? 
And there’s the catch
There is always something 
An excuse
A justified reason 
An explanation 
And it’s always;
Too late 

Life is a gift and it’s not to be wasted 
wasting your life 
Much like living a lie 
It’s stupid and daft and not very kind 
So get up and try 
Trying, the first step 
Will make anything possible 
Believe in yourself 
And believe that it can happen 
Because if you don’t 
You’ve never truly lived 
And you never truly will 

So, no 
You were wrong 
It’s not too late