The Pokes

When I start my journey horizontal and boxed up
Heading for the gate of my personal cul-de-sac
I don’t want you weeping and there’s no need for grief
Just let me go, as I’m curious who or what I’m going to meet

My great collection of fuck-ups, decisions and regrets
Fill the tumbledrier of sins in the Lords` laundrette
Some forgiven or beyond repair are waiting for me on his shelf
Others I have sorted by conscience while here, by myself

Being romantic I accept the timing to be forsaken
Some new order calling, when ready to be taken
A final call that will end my life with its primal sparkle
This curious time to judge it, happy or debacle

Ref:
When time is up – when time is up
Be it sudden, or hell of a rut
When time is up – when time is up
I’ll be the last to ask for another slot
When time is up – when time is up
For me enough is enough
When time is up – when time is up
I’ll do with my body and hit the holy tap