He was a man of twenty A life well lived The problem? The lines get blurry On how he did The time. The clock hands moving A circuit of passing The effect. The people’s heads turning It’s all different now The act. The man’s passions burning Flying through the crowd The proof. Did it cost you anything? A commitment The regret. Or simply a warning Admonishment The caution. Your path is wrong Your age is right The clue? You can’t find sleep On any night The truth. He steps to you Holding up the light The push. You want nothing more Than to hold him tight The admission. His life flashes before your eyes You can’t stop it The Mistake. His life is his own Even to take The tragedy. Your choices soar by You can’t stop it The theft. His heart is kept Even though you lost it The crime. The winds change direction Their heads are now turned The problem. His hopes and wishes Now mercilessly burned The end.