Errors and Omissions

would you rewind
turn back time
at the drop of a dime

don’t you regret
the things you haven’t done yet
you were busy making your bed

you wanna rip out the pages erase the errors, own up to omissions
we’re running round in cages, time-clipped wings that will never feel the wind
the cynics and the sages they both say nothing matters in the end
if all the world’s a stage won’t someone please raise that curtain again

is your first fear
how long you have left here
those pesky headlights come on strong deer

are you afraid
of the life you have not made
the second hand body slams you in your place