There is an issue
I have with the past
That can’t be summed
Up, in measures.
Half-measures,
Or to be precise;
Failures, have constituted me
Freedom to learn.
An affidavit that I’m
Wrong, and wronged again.
It’s okay,
I have pettier
Issues to deal with.
However, I wish for
More construct
Before I pursue a lie
And sniff out the
Truth.
There is no better
Justice, than desserts
Yet I, prefer my
Sweets to be
Bitter,
Everytime.
