The Unspoken Life

On to the End

Where's my rewind

My undo 

My second life

My back step

When I need it the most

Sometimes I feel I live in a computer

Undo this 

Redo that

Delete whatever isn't working out

But the keys are jammed and so is the printer 

We are all forced

To live with our mistakes 

Our history is forever engraved in time

It cannot be erased even when we are

We are less than our past

Because one day we will leave

Our past actions may be remembered

But as a person 

It will be a matter of time until we fade from the minds of all