Here you land again, on the brink of despair
The travelled road led you to trauma
And you say that's not fair!
Ignoring the prescient warnings of your soul
Opting to pursue the rat race, not your goal
Tormented by tribulations of your life
even your reflection is stabbing you with a knife
Working for another chap has its own charms
Stability wraps you up in its arms
Evading form hardwork, avoiding the atrocity
Finally ended for you as a life of mediocrity
You'll come again and drown in frustration
Realising it's too late to match reality with aspiration
The aisle trammeled with weed was worth a try
But time won't turn back, you can only cry!