A man trained for perfection.
He must have seen the stain, that could have been so easily been erased.
I still hear the rumors of good intentions.
But it is the things he said, the life never lived, the choice he never made, the words he never said, the life he threw away.
A life of solid plans and indecision
A heart of gold.
But it does not matter.
No not the fate I expected of one so touched by grace.
Now there is the specter of uncertainty that I first endured, accepted and now embrace.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
A man trained for perfection.
He must have seen the stain, that could have been so easily been erased.
I still hear the rumors of good intentions.
But it is the things he said, the life never lived, the choice he never made, the words he never said, the life he threw away.
A life of solid plans and indecision
A heart of gold.
But it does not matter.
No not the fate I expected of one so touched by grace.
Now there is the specter of uncertainty that I first endured, accepted and now embrace.
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