Is it too late to start / a new venture this late / in life, is it too late? //
Start at the beginning, / go to the very end / of the line and wait there. //
If I wait patiently, / will I have time to learn, / is it not all too late? //
To stifle ambition, / hold off experience, / suppress any desires... //
This is how I survived, / with tears streaming from eyes, / a life lived without joy. //
Only I watched others / grow and learn to have fun / and play as grownups do. //
Only I became stuck, / fucked over and fucked up, / life, what a waste of time. //
Later I realized / no one cared about me, / no one cared what I do. //
Ask me why I did it, / why I held myself back, / to please other people. //
Tragic this life, to learn / lessons too late, a child / as an adult, a child. //
Even if I could learn / to live life how I want / is it not all too late? //
Tell me the truth, the pain / I suffer, the sorrow / without a ray of hope. //
Only to ride a bike, / a motorcycle, start / to enjoy the future. //
Sick in the head, my thoughts, / not right, not like your thoughts, / you think clearly, I think... //
Terrible since childhood, / to forgive and forget, / that is all I could want. //
And to ride on a bike, / feel the wind on my face, / the rain, the snow, this world. //
Remember to forgive, / remember to forget, / left on a post-it note. //
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