Rudimentary
At the end, it will all make sense For you and me on each side of the fence. The long nights when I wondered how bravely you could pick cherries on your way, To days when I faltered to think what made me pause while I was making hay. When running around in oblivion seemed so right You rode unscathed unharmed unhurt intact and high It was all in the seemingly dark space of abominable silence. You made it appear it was simple, easy to race And I attempted without the art of cheer on my face. I flawed, I failed, I healed, I sailed You mastered and conquered while good sense prevailed. The pots of gold were never mine The hues of joys did just fine Me and you walked it together And our eyes met pleasures that were different altogether Some day we shall meet again Our kids would grow and we wouldn't have to feign Then you would've reached the zenith of success And I would've survived the journey while I confess Those little things I did...