Face to the Floor

Over very few years,
Personality, characteristics, and fears,
Have all changed by the day,
Old qualities becoming so far away.

What have we become?
Wore out like chewed gum.
Our life is getting quite dumb,
What has yet to come?

That night there is a rave,
So we forgot the plans we gave.
Then we got ready,
For a night that would be unsteady.

Lying down face to the floor,
I guess we never found the door.
So this is the end,
Once again we have sinned.
But this sin was our last,
Since our lives had past.