I thought I'd aptly be recluse.
As if I could flee this ruse,
and, in me, find a use,
but alone I seek my muse,
a friend I knew I'd lose.
Once acute but now obtuse,
my acceptance, but I don't confuse
my penance with a noose,
as there's good still I can do,
to impress this goddess; You.
A greatness to show through
the darkness I've abused
to shroud me from abuse
to change this shade of blue
to an optimistic hue,
and in that new light brew
a life to entice You,
and find, even in our tempered state,
a way to start anew.
Though, I'd not change the line you drew,
in dreams I'd bond our one from two.
I'll hope always for a dream come true,
but I'd not gain mine at a loss to you,
as I see your dreams more deserved and due.
