I couldn't think of a title.
As a misguided fool forever fighting a battle I will forever lose.
Divided in two, who is to say I will never conclude and start again anew?
In four years past there was no recollection of you and truthfully
I may never do this again.
Embarking on something new without any experience,
In retrospect things seemed to be just a coincidence.
Transition from young to old everything began to be unfold as reality settled in,
Time started to lose its value. Impressions were given
But true enough something was always hidden.
Thoughts of there being a chance slowly vanishes
In the eyes of another at every glance.
