Its over now, thankfully I now how to really know my own faults,
call my own shots, get things done blind folded,
what I'm doing is my own thing, only realizing,
the realization of something which I lost in a fault.
somewhere; somehow; I'm thankful now that I've lived and found,
while learning this hole time, investigating all my possibilities which one too choose?
which not too?or too? well for poetry is what I choose.
Robert c. Bessel Jr.