More Than Once

When tragedy strikes, the similarities are so uncanny
When we are grief striken, we swear it will be the last time
But we did it again, repeatedly
There is just no saying, when it will never be.

Every tear drop is the same
Every heart ache, burnt from the flame
The scars are there, blemishing the fair skinned
The wound are there, though can't be seen.

We have talked the walk, and walked the talk
We have been at it almost round the clock
We have played by the book, broken a few rules
And still paying hefty fines for our doings.

Said we will be wiser, once we learnt the lessons
Thought we will be better, once we learnt the liaisons
Then how is it that we failed to see the troubles we get into
And ended up doing the same thing, we said we will never do.

No self reflections, no time to sit around and mourn for the loss
No looking back, and charged forward in great force
It probably will take more than once, to understand the befallen
It seems to be walking in a maze, until comes the amaze-ment.

Often you thought you have learnt it all, but you haven't at all
Often you must have known it all, but be prepared for what is in store
We have to learn in many ways, in order to understand just one universe
They all look the same, don't they?