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
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Author:
Jacob Mead (
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Comments3
Man, this hits like a brick. Seriously, a heavy message. I really like this. Very good read.
You may have been too late but now you realise that there will be new and wonderful times ahead.
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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