Chris Reilly
To sacrafice ones time,
A decision too young, sublime.
One's hasty waste of wine,
Forever our live's divine.
Too bitter yesterday's,
Thoughts of countless different ways.
My discource I do dismay
Taunting blackened ocean waves.
Twisting turns of our fate,
Touting shouting threats of hate.
Turn your thoughts of me abate,
Realize our day awates.
Why we wait another day,
Turn our thoughts a different way.
Though today will always stay,
Forget it all and blow away.
