I often blame the world, but now I know it is my fault

I focused on the go-ahead, and failed to take a halt.

The grass was green, and true it is, the flowers and the trees

But lo, I didn’t get to see the fiery lake and bees.


My world, my mind, and all I had, was laid upon my goal

The time to sit and think is gone, and now I’m in the hole.

I’m left but with my body soaked, with still the grass in view

I pray next time I won’t self-cloak, but take time to review.


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