Too Late

Jacob Mead

Too late was I, to notice the times

Too late was I, to notice my crimes

Too late was I, to realize that my lines are floating on a sea of chimes

 

Never to be heard, never to be seen

Like a young boy, I used to be keen

Now I look at myself, floundered by being teemed

 

Teemed on the edge of happiness, never to feel it

Flipped on my head by greatness, never to seize it

Knowing not what was coming, never to see it

 

Too late was I, to look for the signs

Too late was I, to pay for my fines

Too late was I, to live during the time



  • Author: Jacob Mead (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2020 15:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Man, this hits like a brick. Seriously, a heavy message. I really like this. Very good read.

  • Goldfinch60

    You may have been too late but now you realise that there will be new and wonderful times ahead.

  • lauraoverxo

    we all have time where we think "its too late" wishing yo'd done different at the time but what has gone means there's more too come! beatiful piece x



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