Akai

As legs get slower life moves faster
Less time to do what we have to
Function fills where once was laughter
Conversation gives way to chatter

Fresh distractions keep getting staler
Like recorked wine a few weeks later
Crimson smiles serve as reminders
That once we were a little kinder

And even when we're happy with our lives
We catch ourselves thinking of better times
Thoughts flicker on and off like street lights
Casting ???? spots on the darkest nights

And as we look around our home we
Question all the things we own
All the things once so important
Are now all broke and go unnoticed

A metaphor for friends and family
'cause sometimes they can come in handy
Of sentimental things catch dust
gathers on the things we love

There's nothing healthy about giving in
So thinking about what could have been
--choose to be
The worst things always taste so sweet

And all that's left is to pretend
Is things we make smile again