Life has decided that,
Although I've managed to squeeze in some time,
Think at all, no I can't,
Just pump out the words as if they they've meaning,
There's not much difference,
Than most of the words born into this world,
'Cept these are writ for all to scoff at hence.
So who is in the right in this event?
Surely, it can't be wrong,
To express your thoughts for expression's sake,
In a poem meant as song!
Maybe it is,
Your time's also precious,
I think I'll title this accordingly,
To keep the good relationship 'tween us.