When advice no longer makes sense,
And we no longer swallow our pride,
We learn the meaning of consequence,
And we hear the words of wisdom cry.
Attained by our ignorance,
And guided by our failure,
We no longer smell life's pure fragrance,
So we have no choice to evade reality,
Like a journey long awaited by a sailor.
Easily we reminisce,
To scenematic images of infant times,
Our lives become troubled and devilish,
So we've failed to read between the lines.
So we venture knowing we've made it this far,
Putting aside all of our fears,
Weeping our pain with teardrops that leave scars,
Only to find out that wisdom,
Is in the verge to shed a tear.