I’m sorry for being what I
Must not be,
Things must not be done, as
They are being done
I know this fleeing time
Cannot be called back,
Not even a moment.
But I need a lot, many years
To renovate myself,
To undo things, I need a command.
But things can never be like
Our freewill
And I’m sorry for I knew this
Even then I let it go,
I’ve wasted myself…
And I want me back!

21 April’07
11:27 pm