if i had a choice, i would have changed.
i would have altered, all the ways i have paved,
for you, for me, for all of us.
but i could not, so forgive me for all the wrong.
i was all roped in snares,
of this viciously attractive world.
now that i want to change,
this world is acting strange.
the struggle with fallacy, the bigotry of my mind,
i am fed up so i am putting you behind.
the salvation i seek, the amendments i want to make,
i have given up on all what it takes.
so adios to you, to me and to all of you,
i tried and tried and tried
but alas!
in the end
i failed.
i would have altered, all the ways i have paved,
for you, for me, for all of us.
but i could not, so forgive me for all the wrong.
i was all roped in snares,
of this viciously attractive world.
now that i want to change,
this world is acting strange.
the struggle with fallacy, the bigotry of my mind,
i am fed up so i am putting you behind.
the salvation i seek, the amendments i want to make,
i have given up on all what it takes.
so adios to you, to me and to all of you,
i tried and tried and tried
but alas!
in the end
i failed.
* * *
if i had a choice, and i do
i would change nothing, no altering nor paving
not for you, me, us, anyone
for i have no regret nor sin
the creases of my pale and shaking palms
lined red with blood
are roped and snared
as thoroughbreds in corrals
from this malicious existence called humanity
i, too wish change
for the world is off kilter
ghosts of past dig their gnarled rheumatic claws
into the marrow of my bones
i simply swat my upturned palm
my battered brain and spirit
this walking wounded self
like you, me, all of us
i, too say farewell
but we have not failed
nor given up
we have progressed
and that
is our
salvation
i would change nothing, no altering nor paving
not for you, me, us, anyone
for i have no regret nor sin
the creases of my pale and shaking palms
lined red with blood
are roped and snared
as thoroughbreds in corrals
from this malicious existence called humanity
i, too wish change
for the world is off kilter
ghosts of past dig their gnarled rheumatic claws
into the marrow of my bones
i simply swat my upturned palm
my battered brain and spirit
this walking wounded self
like you, me, all of us
i, too say farewell
but we have not failed
nor given up
we have progressed
and that
is our
salvation
Thank you!
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