Maybe It's Too Late
Every event holds a purpose and within it, it's concealed.
In there, it stays.
Until perfect timing, it is revealed.
As it is when something's gone,
it's value we can't perceive,
it's only in it's absence do we deeply grieve.
Unwanted apologies with empty promises,
desperately grasping at ears to hear.
But insanity can't fool the ones whose mind is clear.
So, Accept the consequences that's well deserved.
And see all the lessons failed to learn.
Recognize the losses, discern what is true.
The importance of everything that is meant to value.
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