So, maybe we didn’t dot all our t’s, but we’ve sure as hell got our i’s crossed.
and although the vision’s blurry
it’s getting easier to see with
the blindfolds tossed
all the ideas, the idiosyncrasies
chalked out on black construction paper,
mapped out like pros and cons.
Decide which horse your willing to put all your money on
‘cause she’s bound to barrel away
at speeds even you can’t catch;
and after that chasm cleaves
it doesn’t matter how many mannerisms
you loved.
I know you know me well
and no, you don’t owe me a thing.
I will let you walk away or stay
but please, really realize
what walking away
may bring.
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