This is a determination. A plan with an aim,

And I know that I will try to go astray,

But I have no right to hide from the truth,

I wasted enough time in my confused youth.

 

You are it. I said it enough times and felt,

For it to stay trivial and be pushed to a shelf.

I will try to wiggle out. It scares me blind,

But I can’t hurt you, though I may be fine.

 

And when I finally get to you, I’ll apologize,

Although, Fates know better what is wise.

Yet it does not amuses nor impresses me

The fact that we are impossible to be.