The only thing keeping me
from killing myself these days
is the thought of falling into
Disappointments and setback traps,
dimensions, I’ve etched
In my small mind, as you watched me
Flicker my mistakes
With a sleigh of majestic hand,
Round and round towards
A looped circuitry of failures,
Missed opportunities and chances,
Enchanting offers I’ve withdrawn
Tearing myself apart, wasted,
All until, the precious time -
you’ve finally laid
Your beautiful eyes on mine
And now I realized
That there’s more to life
Than being a one track mind.
And there’s always a hope
If there’s some believing,
And it’s so much better
To have the same different kind.