Why do we always become aware of things when it's too late,
the unconscious mind screaming to closed ears just wait.
And hindsight is 20/20 but some are looking the wrong way,
people gasping for one last breath,
when fate is instinctive and we just opened the wrong gate.
Stumbling down a dark road,
drunk off your indecisive thought and getting lost in a maybe
going anywhere but up,
sipping from the finest glass when all we need is a cup.
Your no cannot see clearly and your yes comes about rarely,
so you always leave a P.S. explaining all your wishful maybes.
So this is just a post script explaining my life in a long P.S.
because we all have regrets or stuff we wished we would have said.
We're constantly writing little nothings in life
that mean everything in someone's head.
This is my afterthought.
P.S. A heart beating but dead.