You had a perfect picture in your mind
Of the life, you wanted to find
I swear you are ignorant and blind
All you did was call me kind

You told me we did not mesh
Because I was not decisive enough
This knocked me down so I could not express
And it made me opening myself rough

I was scared you would think I was lying
Even though it would just be me trying

After a while, I sat and thought
We had the same target, but different methods of attack
We could have been the perfect team, But I was afraid to spark it
Now I sit here writing in ink that is black

A lack of communication which I realize is from me
But I could not explain, because I can not explain what I foresee
If I explain, the Universe becomes rash
And my life begins to crash

I guess I am selfish
And wanted to relish

But due to my lack of speech
I no longer feel like putting my hand out to reach
My hands are tied and there is nothing I can do
So, I am just sitting here writing out this review

Sixty - five percent is all I have
Of a life which is truly mine
The other thirty-five is a game of roulette which I did not wish to play
But it is my responsibility to live through it and act fine

The thirty-five percent are full of lives which are not mine
I have to know and experience them without knowing why
Because the Universe never chooses to give me a sign
So all I can do is cry