I never read it,
  the way it was written

I never wrote it,
  the way it should read

The lines connected,
  were for me to be broken

A lesson once ending,
  is where I began

I spoke out of time,
  out of place…out of line

I wrote what I saw,
  once the future was gone

I prided myself,
  in a vision self nurtured

Asking permission for nothing,
  —and forgiveness for less

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)