Don't wait

                                      Escaping from fate to fate,
                                  Trying to hunt the mortal date,
                                Knowing the secrets of love and hate,
                                    But never catch the right mate,
                                    The color of life all of it paint,
                                    Will soon  fade and never wait,
                                    whether you did or didn't ate,
                                        You're just have to stand,
                                          Till the count of eight,
                                        So beware and never late,
                                            Because if you did,
                                          They'll close the gate,
                                    And you'll lose the possible rate,
                                    Now help yourself and do great,
                                          You're not a prophet,
                                            You're not a saint.