I was well
on my way
to a glorious
destiny
of that
I am certain
until you happened
across
the shadows
of my mind
what
is to become
of me now?
the straight
and narrow
has blurred
in my vision
and my
lucubration
of your
intentions
only serves to
intensify
this uncertainty
the isolated
regard
you bestow
has rendered me
bootless
and called out
my ineptitude
concerning matters
of the heart
neither blame
nor shame
can I direct
your way
for this
confliction
alas,
even tragedy
carries
potential
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