Words Of Advice Poem by Jeremy Willson

Enjoy the little things, cause they're actually big things
We don't realize it until it's too late, then it really stings
It hits you after the many years have past
Things didn't go according to plan and so life seemed fast
But there's moments that appeared to slow down
Hold those moments close before you float off the ground
And you believe you're nothing but a cloud up above
Looking down on yourself trying to find someone to love
Laughing cause you know you're a waste of space
No one cared enough for you to embrace
All those faults an imperfections that make you who you are
Now you sit at a lonely, dimly lit bar
Drinking away the pain and trying to bring back the good
There's never enough money or liquor that could
So we drive home listening to old cassettes
And fall straight on the bed when we arrive home to our pets
We think maybe they'll come back in the dreams
But when we wake all we see are the streams
Of bitter tears we wipe from our face before anyone can see
Then we remember 'There's no one there to make fun of me'
We chuckle and brush it off, we tell ourselves we'll be okay
Until we've died alone inside our minds along the way