I am a dead man talking...

i am a dead man talking.

a voice from the grave so that other souls i might help save...

my life came and went, a gift from heaven sent…

ungratefully received, flattering to deceive by my make believe prophecies...

happy promises lay unfulfilled, hollow vows of false dreams into a thousand ears spilled. 

these are the ghosts of a dead man walking. dead man talking. dead man stalking.

days and years flew by so fast, time that i had now time that has passed...

and now on reflection, i can only plead insanity as i scour eternity for my redemption...

it's so clear when the end has been and come, how it all seems so foolish - adventure, not status, should've been the top of my wish-list...

and i'm not saying that it was all negativity, i just saw too late the need to rethink my priority...

so indulge me while i expand, and show you the good times that i hope outweighed the bad...because please believe there were good times and there were great, of that i can surely make no mistake...

parties and holidays and long forgotten walk-ways...jokes with friends as the road straights and bends, dancing for hours on hours, long passed the night's end...

these are the joys of a dead man walking. dead man talking. dead man reeling.

and while these are just swell, there's a point i must address - a thing that saddens and burns hot as hell, so forgive while i digress...

i'm talking about regret, that nagging itch your mind won't let you forget...

regret that mocks, haunts and plagues, screaming 'carpe diem' from behind a frosted window haze...

a missed chance to ask that girl to dance,

a moment to be seized but instead you freeze,

a question to ask a stranger casually walking passed, but your tongue twists so you finish the race last,

a glimpse of spontaneity that too easily drifts into forgettable mediocrity...

these are the pains of a dead man walking. dead man talking. dead man dying.

and now i see it's all too easy, to take for granted the chances that lie before you, and here i beg you not make the same mistake as me, and spend your days living the life you truly want to…

so here's some advice from someone who had their chance and missed it, be kind, be adventurous and to hell with the rest of it!

dream wildly, shout loudly, run quickly, love madly, travel widely and live fully – that's the advice to you from me, on how to live a life completely...

these are the words of a dead man walking. dead man talking. dead man...dead.

yours,

a dead man talking...