If I take my time, I may retain control. hoping the mold I weave can make things clear, I realize I never had full say in my destiny. windmill flailing, I tumble. I blew my chance. recovering, I analyze how I can make things right the next time. thinking again. if only my thoughts translated into words into actions. hopefully one day I’ll follow through. until then, I’ll keep on falling into those who don’t have the strength to cushion the blow. rolling, blindly spinning. one day I’ll learn. maybe then I won’t have to fall alone. he’ll understand why I fall. he’ll fall with me.
one day i hope i’ll find someone who knows how to roll with me as well.