Many mistakes made I of fair,
To whittle away this edge of despair,
A cat who skills the shadowy line,
And flicks his paw at invisible twine.
I found a fortune in my mind,
It came without a care.

Had life begun on the third rung,
Perhaps I may have reached you,
But two stones up and down one,
I fell away beneath you.

My love was nothing but a fiction,
That embroidered me within it,
I fight myself in every way,
Why do you forbid it?

Troubled by my instinct,
Alone it trails me in its stride,
I feel that nothing is distinct,
Except myself, your love, and I...

With nothing much to say no more,
into these thoughts of you I pour,
A drink, a kiss, the night and breakfast,
7/11 slurpies, swimming by the beaches,
Bemused I trust in all your senses,
to open up another door.