Road To Nowhere Poem by Charles Garcia

Why do the unbelievers all put up a false front?
As if they knew it all?
Always trying to put their points across
Not hearing a word you say, not believing you,
Must have everything, their way:

Their achievements not recognizable,
unaware of reality, trying to put you down,
The signs of their mentality, and reasoning are not sound.
Their destiny will be they’re new home,
As life does not last forever, waits for no one,
I say: why waste it on your own.

For the unbelievers there is no tomorrow,
for they only live for yesterday,
There will be no second chance to borrow.
Words of Wisdom