The Faint Horizon

In youth we think too little
In age we think too much
In youth, of what’s to come
In age of what we’ve lost
So never live today
And that’s the curse of our lives
We wish our lives away
With time, the faint horizon
Comes clearer by the day
For some, it’s far too soon
Whilst others cannot wait
And all men need distraction
And some men need their gods
For without these diversions
Then everything is lost
In life we carve the land up That is not ours to carve
We cannot take it with us But cut the greater half
And herein lies the problem
And herein lies the blame
You enter life with nothing
You leave it with the same