Maybe it'll never happen had truly shown what it could do to me as a wandering, depressed poet when I sat a small coffee/tea shop on a sunny day. The clouds were minimal but a refreshing breeze blew once and a while. A waiter came to my table (which was metal and had a yellow umbrella) to ask for my order.

   "What would like, monsieur?" the waiter asked.

   "Uhh..." I responded. I was never good at deciding what to order. Long ago, my biggest decision I had ever made was that I decided that I'm indecisive.

   "We have tea, au café, scones, pastries." he offered.

   "Okay, good. Raspberry Ice Tea please. With a lemon. And a chocolate chip muffin on the side."

   "Alright, monsieur. Wait a few minutes, s'il vous plaît." the waiter said.

   "Will do." I said. I took out a small(ish) notepad and looked around. My thoughts were completely occupied on Katherine. Next door, I saw a bookstore with a sale on Edgar Allan Poe. Then, I had an idea.

The Truth About Failure By: James Ignis All Rights Reserved.

Why do we keep on trying?

Trying all the time?

Every minute living is spent dying

And every minute I try to rhyme

I put on a brave face

I try my hardest ever

This isn't my time or place

My time will always be never

I don't know if I can take it

Don't know if I can take it anymore

Like how the cursed raven said it

Just one word: Nevermore

When you try your very best

But you always come up short

An inch becomes a yard

And your perceptions are of a different sort.

And as there's joy all around

And you're in the middle, very depressed

You wonder if it'll ever come around

That she'll actually be impressed.

I tapped my pen loudly at the last period. Then, the waiter came.

   "Here you are, monsieur." he said.

   "Merci, monsieur." I said. I handed him ten dollars. (Translation: Thanks, sir.)

   "Tres bien. Parlez-vous français?" he asked. (Translation: Very good. You speak French?)

   "Moi? Comme çi, comme ça. Je parle un peu français. Merci, monsieur." I answered. (Translation: Me? So so. I speak a little French. Thanks, sir.)

   "Je vous un prie." the waiter answered. (Translation: You're Welcome).

I sat and ate one of my favorite breakfasts and drank one of my favorite drinks. I was just trying to get away.

Get away from Maybe It'll Never Happen.