I guess I’m not a very good person.
Because aren’t good people surrounded by loved ones?
To be in marvellous joy and laughter, together,
To lie against the comfort of an elder’s smile?
I thought our good memories of past were disgraced.
I thought i was doing something right
i thought i was saving them – our moments.
but maybe when we chase for righteousness,
we forget what it is that makes us good.
we stop seeing the worth in our movements – in any movement.
we fail and we fail and we make things worse
and i am a bad person for making things worse.
i am a bad person for closing it all down.
and as much as i’d like to say it –
that i chose wrong –
what would be the point?
And I would say be absolutely careful with the wrong kind of choices.