When a route in life is reversed, It seems we all have been cursed. But sure enough it is just fate, Kicking up a little late. You may be clean, No duty to be seen, But all in all life has its ways, To come at you from the bays. We are blinded by our own kind, And have no scene of our own mind. But we must stop, And turn our backs. To never look back. You might see something, You never thought you could, But always knew you should.