Hiraeth

When he was a child,

He dreamt of growing older,

His mother never smiled,

And his father was a smoker,

He rushed it by…

Then he was in high school,

Depressed and out of context,

He’d broken all the golden rules,

His dreams were deemed as nonsense,

He rushed it by…

Then he went to college,

With two jobs on the weekends,

No friends he could acknowledge,

Every smile would be pretend,

He rushed it by…

He kissed so many bottles,

To escape his heavy sorrow,

Reading books by Aristotle,

Hopes for a better tomorrow,

He rushed it by…

Then he had a daughter,

She hated him so dearly,

Wrote him ‘you are not my father,’

Signed her name under ‘sincerely,’

He rushed it by…

Then he was an old man,

Crying in the bathroom,

His skin had become thick and tan,

His heart was full of lonesome,

He rushed it by…

Then he’d gotten cancer,

Each day being more painful,

Just looking for an answer,

He felt hopeless and disdainful,

Cause he rushed it by…

Lying on his deathbed,

Alone and in the darkness,

His memories were widespread,

Black and white, stray, clear, and worthless,

Cause he rushed it by...

Right before his heart stopped,

He wished upon the starlight,

Said ‘take me back, right to the start,’

‘so I can live a better life,’

‘Cause I rushed mine by…’