Haunted by fears of abandonment he lived a life of counter measures
always aloof, his deceptions were a well rehearsed performance;
ultimately judged as inconsiderate and unforgivable;
And labeled as an insignificant happenstance that must be made to pay.
He measured his meters ever so carefully thinking he knew time so well;
Waiting for things to be right but never imagining it would never come back;
But in the end it wasn't time it was life and like a parentless child life;
Delivered to him but a centrifuge of what was once a living dream.
the man only wanted to be loved for who he was and not what he pretended to be;
But could anyone possibly know, being the shape shifter he supposed he was.
But he had a heart and he tried to be kind and he wasn’t superman so how did he;
End up labeled a breaker of promises considerate only of that which he desired.
So the man accepts the blame solely as his own for;
He should have known better but he finds these conclusions hard to bare;
And he considers it to perhaps have been mistaken identity of what;
He once believed an undying love was nothing more than a hopeless delusion