sun falling through the clouds
on its journey to the other side of the earth
as I look out onto the mess it has made
the promised sense of accomplishment disappears
like that dagger in Macbeth's soliloquay
I'd thought that after all the work I'd done
and last year's mess
It'd be complete
I'd be complete
but it feels completely unfinished
The stairs of the mind are enticing to fall down
I've met many that have
that potential possibilities - could be good, but almost definitely bad
did I mess up?
turning back is always too late