Fiction: Chance is a Bitch

Close the doors, close the blinds
shut it all out, don't stand up
Hide in the closet, crouch in the tub
No using facing it, it could be....

What's the use of trying?
No need for effort, no need to try
What's to gain? What's to lose?
No using facing it, it could be....

Don't look back, not one bit
Why face the pain, the loss?
No need to learn, not at all
No using facing it, it could be....

Always making the same mistakes
Refusing to change, adapt
Stubborn as hell, just like Dad
No use facing it, it could be....

Lower your head, run straight through
Breaking everything in your path
Watching as you pass, they shake their heads
No use facing it, it could be...

Run away... No! Not there!
Turn back...Sorry! All closed!
Raise your head... Oops! You missed it!
Take a breath... It happens so fast, eh?

Wake up
Wipe away the tears
Shake away the fog
Never too late

Could it be?