Selfish

I can feel my life running down In the future, just two steps ahead Turn left after a dozen more stupefying years: There's an impoverished old person waiting there Wishing life had been more full of living and Not always playing it so safe Saving everything for the rainy day that never arrives Praying for some wild memories to relive again. Maybe I'll become a stalker Become a secret agent on a cruise ship Take notes down on all the questionable passengers Stow away at the end and live off the remains Left on plates before the dances end at daybreak Eavesdropp on lovers quarrels and perform Random acts of kindess, leading to reconciliations Throw the wrongly wedded mate overboard so the True prince can claim his souls betrothed. Sometimes a sin is not a sin If it is done selfishly, for the sake of others.