Mission

Being there to settle the score,
Doing the job wanting some more,
Thinking its all beauty and ideal,
Once you're in you might think its a done deal.

What do you know when you get in?
Things aren't what they seem within,
When outside, you'll fail to see,
The external walls paint false wannabes.

Goals and aspirations tense our will,
Hearts a flutter, nothing is still,
Aching to attempt the big leap,
Praying and hoping all that we'll reach that heap.

Upon arrival, all seems good,
But as time goes by, situations change as much as they could,
Reluctantly accepting one fault at a time,
Till boiling point has reached good tastes comes with lime.

Now the will goes reverse against the flesh,
That we could change back as our objectives clash,
If not only I were given the sands of time,
Going back to take whats good to bring back the old chime.

If only, i would should and could,
Throw back all thats taken and bring back the wood,
To try once again to right the wrongs,
And bring old memories back to life & joyful songs.