Excuses

The appointment is set
You’re not to be late
The time then passes
Another failed date

Open with excuses
Words prove nothing
Blister your chances
Miss your blessings

Blind to the fact
That results only add
The mind that can’t change
Then stays the same

Alas the uncrowned king
The unknown dreams
The world does cater
to evolving things

The castrated bull
Is as happy as ever
Unaware to the life
That he could of ruled