Never too late

For a long time ,
she wandered
from truth to lies,
from hate to disguise,
among the lows of the
scattered past ,
and into the high sinking in her eyes.

For a long time ,
she loved
sometimes too easily
she didn't even realise,
hitting rock-bottom
the very next time.

She watched the time pass by,
and the people ,even faster
in minutes ,in hours
and in moments to remember by.

'hold on' she whispered
to herself
as she saw the mysteries unravel
life isn't hard
and its never too late
to begin again
'cause its the circle of life

for all that she knew
was that now she will be
perfectly fine.