So if noting beats a fail better than a try.
My forever linger 's twisted as spanish moss hanging from some hidden tree
Long forgotten to a red sunsets southern sky.

I as animal violently fighting the clutches of it's steel trap.
In hour's of endless try and a stalled loss sometimes the reflection
seldom matches a well intended delusion and a has been heat.

I saw the road ahead yet still followed the path.
Tommorow maybe you hold more than failed embrace.

Old page and of chapter's past have you dealt me my final hand.
Like some broken horse put to pasture never knowing it's prime.
I saw the signs I just simply chose not to care.

Mocking friends and often ignored replies .
Tomorrow hope is a dream.
Seen to all but I.