Eyes on the prize,
but blind to all other;
to think the prize in the eye of another!
Too determined to see,
too unwilling to believe,
that two seek the path that leads.

But I saw the light,
and my conscience grew.
I took a step back,
let the other one through.

You used to call my name.
I’d laugh and joke with you.
You used to call my name,
but now our gaming’s through.

You used to walk with me.
We’d talk about life’s truths.
You used to walk with me,
but now our soles are bruised.

You used to love me so.
We watched our passion grow.
You used to love me so,
now loss is all I know.

How could I be so gullible
to think it were to be?
For now I am invisible
to all who used to see.

You only live once.
Only once will you die.
You only live once
you’ve loved many a time.

What’s never possessed can never be missed.
What’s missing is very much craved.
The craving ensnares, and when we’ve but a glimpse,
our actions become so depraved.

Imagine a painter without a brush,
but a full palette at their disposal.
I am the red, yellow and blue;
a mere outlet is my proposal.