"What's done is done, there is no point in dwelling into the dead past when the present and the future are here and alive. Explore and brave the ready and the untold!"
Too many times I've wondered to be able to cross a road that leads straight to you.
It's so difficult to dance together when it's something that you wish to never do.
Too many times I've faced a colossal wall in my path coming to a screeching halt.
A testament of the pain and suffering revealing the true gravity of my faults.
Too many times I've become lost to the myriad pool of my thoughts.
What do I have to do,
to make you notice that you as a friend, is something I have now and again sought.
Too many times I've allowed myself to feel sorrow,
It has amounted to nothing, leaving me in on painful thread.
It has then been born in me that it is you that I should no longer follow,
It's been too many times, I've finally realized that this has to end.
A bitter ending to what could have been savvy; now the greatest of fiendships. (not a typo)
Perhaps it was designed to be this way.
Regardless of such facts, to the one that I used to adore,
To you, happily, I have nothing more to say.
As I rid myself of such feelings,
I feel the lightness that of a feather.
They will no longer rule me at any given time.
It is the end of this witchy and thinning weather.
