All was regained, all was lost
Of all that was held, everything was said
Mistakes avoided, mistakes repeated
Mind defeated, soul defeated
It must be that time of the year again.
If God was a good friend of mine,
I’d have seen your restrained emotions;
Reacted in adequate proportions
Or perhaps, I can decipher —
The secrets disguised in your words
For my words are no different.
Life was supposed to be easy, not the way it is right now. I’m not closeted. It’s the circumstances that closet who I am. It’s the circumstances that smoke fear into me. I wasn’t supposed to be who I am today, but I am not to be blamed. In the end, I’ll be happy I tried. We… will be happy we tried.