The anticipation of never reaching the end
Made me stop from taking a restless journey
Gripped with fear of the signals sent
Of how fragile and breakable and mourning
The twists seem to be.
Through cracked glass I tried to see
Knowing well how futile my attempt was
I was never so calculating each step to gauge
Maybe that's how naive I am
In the end trying courage to cram
Yet oozing all tears out
No contempt ever reached with any shout!
So this time I didn't let the seed sprout
Before getting in I headed out.