Cease to Be in
Life Poems
A man walks in the footsteps of his father
And he sees what lies ahead
Never will he stop to bother
To see what he wants instead.
Never turns to look back upon his wasted life
He doesnt see the tracks he leaves
He never saw his wife.
Cause work and work and work and work
is all he ever did.
You miss him now and later on
you'll see he often hid.
But if he saw the tracks behind
He would soon realize
That the man inside would soon in time
Slowly start to die.
And never would he really know
Nor ever would he see.
That the man inside who tried to grow
Would surely cease to be.
By Wolfmother
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