i had a poem coming through just now...
but i lost it...
distracted by memories of nobody...

life is full of decisions
decisions of consequences dark
it's like mini missions
that would bound to leave a mark

i guess i miscalculated
of the consequences and regret
thought the hurt is discounted
when i'm mentally prepared

a mistake is what i made
from the path on which i took
but now it is being paid
with my heart left on a hook

i thought i could live
with the answers i may received
but now i wish i could leave
because it's all self decieved

alone is not what i want now
i'm thinking of disappearing
though i'm asking myself how
when i should be conquering

i could feel me breaking down
when all i am is alone
but it is back to an undisturbed pond
if i could just hold on to my stone

i guess i just need some time
to get everything in order
but now that there are little mine
that makes me ponder

this may not be the perfect piece of art
but it is written and filled with emotion
however, now i wished on my part
that i could erase it all with some potion