Alas it's time for my judgement. There is no hope of a fair trial for the jury is biased. I make my case to the very people who have wronged me. Their beady eyes looking for a hint of weakness, to hook their claws in me and devour me alive. What have I done to earn their wrath ?
Some would say it was my inaction that led to this. Some would say it was an issue with visibility. However, they agree on one thing, the fault lies in me. I could have done better, I should have done better. It is too late now.
Whatever I do now will be misinterpreted as damage control. There is also the counter logic which tells me that not to doing anything will be the best course of action. Actions speak louder than words or so I've been told. My actions are lacking the passion I so have. Is Nature trying to tell me that I am not passionate about it?
Better late than never.
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The Reflection
Historia CortaReflection. The word has so many meanings that one loses track. In this context, though? Read more to find out !
