There it was, the moment I had long awaited,
Peering into my eyes, smiling, and sharing phrases.
It was only a matter of time. All it took was patience,
But the gift embedded in it gained new faces.
The feeling and essence of it stained and tainted,
The only hope was a trial of incorrect paces.
But I know better. Never should I have second guessed,
However in the light of it all my ideas weren't the best.
Not ones of happiness, Bliss but ones to stop that may depress
And ones to help learn to accept all of the regrets,
let go in order to advance.
To be correct would leave a feeling of emptyiness.
But it's truth, and the truth is required for discipline.
