Though all went as best I could dream,
error of judgement is now lighted and seen.
The selfish desire and what has transpired.
I hoped for, in part, to make me whole,
but feel to accomplish, from you I stole.
I may not have known, but I assumed.
I'm vein but not so much so to think you swoon.
Map drawn by myopic eye, lit by moon.
Again conscious of self and things I ruin.
Awareness as step one, now looking for two.
May this half decent heart ever beat towards what's true.
