If it’s my cheeky banters you remember, then I shall stop and say few. If it’s my eyes you can’t forget, then I shall look away, and turn my directions. If it’s my sunshine smiles you miss, Then I shall have my face hidden. If it’s my talents you seek, then I shall kill them and chances. If it’s my intellect you deem at waste, Then I shall waste it for real and play dumb. As much as you regret my decisions As much as I hoped I don’t have to live with the consequences with my decisions I know I won’t have it any other way. I do yearn being part of that world again feeling at home again like I was born for it like I was destined for it as much as I do I would not tolerate, being part of them again. I would not tolerate, the same mistakes again. I would never have the strength to forgive myself the second time. I would never live.