My visions died on me, and I heard, ''Wake up to reality! '' <br />I was powerless to fly: my angel buddy took back my wings. <br />The last thing I glanced at was some vague faceless entity <br />Telling me, ''You still have to wait till the fat lady sings.'' <br />If I did buy time from the reaper to fly a rescue mission, <br />First off, I'd glue the broken hearts to feel alive once more. <br />If I rode shotgun with you like an invisible apparition, <br />Could my 20/20 hindsight undo harm I blindly did before? <br />Both sinners and saints, we are like bashful dead-end kids <br />Unable to tame our demons before they try to possess us. <br />While getting older and defenceless, with our health on the skids, <br />We apply to the angels for a divine blessing and a gentle caress.<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hindsight-5/
