And I'll see you then.

And I see you now,
One foot, staring at me
Insisting on telling me the things you believe I'll never be,
Asking me questions, already knowing the answers,
Make me uncomfortable just for the pleasure.
And you talk about the money he sends
Are you aware all of that ends?
You talk about god, good, judgment and sin
But what does that matter
When hell's where I've been?
Your goals are job, home, money and job
Until the day you are old, and all you can do now is sob,
About the memories you never made,
Opportunities you didn't take,
And all the friendships you didn't save,
thinking about your fate.
But you know,
I'll see you then
One foot from me
Under the ground, inside a casket
Where our bodies will be.
All the game, all the shame,
All the money you've made,
All the guit, all the pain caused by the s**t you have said
Tell me now, was it worth to snitch?
Tell me do you feel you're rich?
Now that you're good and dead
Not even a single soul's sad
There's no one to bring you back
Not in their heart, not in their memory,
Not even in a goddamn photograph.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

A very angry write of different journey's in life that creates paths to riches and wealth, but at what cost. Well Done.

That being said I saw the word "Feet" in your second line and was going to ask about its use, but then I saw it again and felt it was not a mistake, but it leaves me scratching my head as the word and use in your piece escapes me. Please enlighten me.

[celecis]

I'm sorry *foot .
Non english speaker here :b

[Willard Wells]

No fault, no foul. I am familiar with English as other than the first language. My girlfriend has around five languages and with English, we have discussions often about word use.