Maybe, I was focusing more on words than the story.
Maybe, I made life a little boring.
Did I plague the sea with rotten things?
Did I scary everyone away, once I unveiled the masters eye?
Or was I trying so hard to be liked, that I forgot myself and brought on this little bit of personal hell.
But that's where I prevail and draw a short line.
I stop in my steps, and look back to see where I went wrong.
But don't we all crave these things?
To be accepted and not neglected.