Chance is for Fools
Let's not put this off any longer,
Let's do it now,
Tomorrow might never come,
Tonight's all we've got.
Tell him goodbye,
Tell him you're mine,
Sell your stuff, we'll buy a truck,
And get the hell out of dodge.
You seem content,
With letting things ride,
But I want to cash out,
Play my cards when I can.
There's a spot next to me,
You're the only one to fill,
I'll wander alone,
'Til you're in that seat.
So don't delay,
Don't tell yourself to wait,
It's here, it's now,
It's going away.
You blink, you might miss,
You told me yourself,
There's lots to find here,
So come over and figure it out.

3 Comments:
The more I realize this, the more I realize I wrote it simply so I could keep up my poem a day.
Terrible.
really.. i think this is direct proof of your migration into a cowboy..
"lets get the hell out of dodge"
i'd have climbed in your truck if you'd opened the door.
Darlin', my hand is on the handle.
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