To be perfectly honest, sometimes I have this gut feeling saying that I’m crossing the right path and going astray towards the edge of Terra. Another pace and I shall be plunged towards the never ending waterfall that ends the world in the not-so-galielo-ic-way.
When did these feelings came? When will they go? What started them? Am I in the wrong?
Then I remember, followed by a small portion of growing regret.
If, and only if I could just change the hand of time. Punch the clock and force the hand to twist and goes back for a significant amount of month. Maybe I could make a better decision regarding my current situation.
But dear, oh dear. Regrets comes later and it always hurt the most. Especially when you realized it later than sooner.
a.n. Thinking in Iambic sucks.