Lather, Rinse, Repeat

I read a poet's words about folly in youth

He said it later led to a revelation of truth

So I keep that with me, use it as my excuse

When I'm feeling lonely at night

I only need you for an hour or two

Then I'm gone before the sun has turned the sky blue

Back alone where everything old has become new

At least for a while

Until the strength of my denial

Is challenged by memories on file

See there's this person I was yeah this person I am

The former would accuse the latter of sin

He'd say "Brett you know you gotta kneel down and repent

Before it's too late"

'Cause I used to believe I'd begin at the end

But that former me has disappeared in the wind

And we only meet now in the eyes of an old friend

And it's a stranger's face

Oh and I can barely trace

How I got here from that distant place

So I'm not too concerned about God anymore

I don't worry often what my soul has in store

Some say that mindset is one to abhor

But I disagree

I pictured a prisoner eating a meal

The last one before facing that chair made of steel

When death is approaching so vivid and real

How he'll savor every bite

So now that's how I live my life

The emphasis on what's in sight

But just in case I hope that poet was right