Time was my only enemy
I knew in my mind
That it was never meant to be
But I could not let go

Ill fated by moonlight
And clouded vision tired and stinging
Stained window, blurred vision
Remembrance now my only ambulance to freedom

Age did not open any doors
Nor did maturity, which only seemed to aid in my fall
My intentions were always good
But others created my reputation: my brand

New reconnaissance, but they are always concerned
Unaware of their own naïveté
Smuggling lies and hatred amongst themselves
And for once they are afraid of me

In attempts failed I can’t decide
What truths were more false
I shall decide the future
And the new fear instilled
Will be for good reason and rightly justified