Next Lifetime

Sometimes some things must be designated for next lifetime
Just like the choice between prose and rhyme
It's not that they shouldn't be pursued
I'm only three lines in, and I already feel I've been misconstrued

Starting over

Confusion is an allusion; I know what I'm doing
Sometimes you just walk eyes-wide-open into ruin

Starting over

Sometimes you just go with the flow
Why not enjoy what you can't control
Isn't it the soul that truly knows?
If you try to fight it, then it grows
Then you aren't of sound, mind, body and soul
And that's no way to grow old
Wait, that's the way to grow old
Blah, blah, blah I'm ending this before drawing a parallel to the common cold

Starting over

There is no profit without risk
But it must be managed or it is just a tryst
Respect, honesty, understanding and smiles is just about the gist
What would be missed but just a kiss?
But add a splash of resist and it becomes kiss with a twist
Hmm, next lifetime, huh? Man what have I missed?