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.