No Rest for the Unsure

Caught in the un-wrongful,

And I have zodiac blues.

I don’t know why I did it,

Or reached out expecting an answer.

There has been none, so far. Which only leads me to some prognosis I wasted my time, when I haven’t given enough to come to a realistic answer.

Something to sway me in the right direction and maybe I’ll find you there with me.

Like some type of blessed encounter, and I’m the one who earned this.

Even after I left, and it got to too many times to count.

This time I’m hoping the tables turn.

Did I do anything different this time?