The Faint Horizon

In youth, we think too little

In age, we think too much

In youth, of what's to come

In age, of what we've lost

We always want tomorrow

So never live today

And that's the curse of our lives

We wish our lives away

With time, the faint horizon

Comes clearer by the day

For some, it's far too soon

Whilst others cannot wait

And all men need distraction

And some men need their gods

For without these diversions

Then everything is lost

In life, we carve the land up

That is not ours to carve

We cannot take it with us

But cut the greater half

And herein lies the problem

And herein the blame

You enter life with nothing

You leave it with the same