#actuallyfrustrated

You were standing there cold On account of the fire Being just too anxious of a thing to reach I was wanting you badly To just reach out and Grab hold Nothing could have stopped You then Sleep was a tenuous thing And dreaming An alien word you just could Not understand Come choice time You have a guide Your road divides But is narrow And owes its life to Common cause And just good genes You cry because there Are choices Anxiety takes hold Like a ripped wrestler straining Against the ropes I cried because for me Choice was a fickle mistress Fluttering just out of reach; My misery a forest Afforded to me by Bad parenting and just Not enough time