Gaviscon

I present you in a tray
Both life and purpose per se
The best I would say
It is a gay disposition
And Profusion in life
That finds purpose in your strife

Never paid attention to warnings
Instead left myself to fate
Crying and then praying
Laughing like a lover
Wishing it not to be over

Undefined life's purpose be
Unidentified life may be
Facts of life
Is warning for naive
Broken mirror is a sign
Will fade with time

And it goes... "the broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried best to be guarded
I am an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They are still looking for life..."