My plans were ripe for alter and change was in the air.
Nothing ventured and little gained amidst cries for foul and fair.
I would have left her in the future, but it never got that far.
So far from truly knowing, just who and what we are.
I know I said I loved her but there’s no way that can be true.
I tried so hard to make things work with chances far and few.
And then she got so angry from this well of ancient rage.
Something happened long ago, so I bounced and turned the page.
Excuses are not necessary but they make us feel so good.
Its all about the play of life in this world of could and should.