Late

One step too late, a thousand steps out of place. The heaven that could be turned into hellish place.
And it just goes far away. Unreachable.
A hundred words I can tell about all those classes never meant for me, but what about the one I wanted so bad to take and I've never been there so far.
Always a steo away, a thousand thoughts out of place.

Even if the things set in motion today were to end up well. It will be but the wrong kind of right. The late kind of good.

"I want to change the world instead I sleep"

I saw the class already an hour late, already full, already not my place and wanted to be mad at someone, but there was noone to blame for...except me.

And I sat down sadly, and walked away defeated by myself.

For I've been my enemy the whole time. Taking myself away being unworthy not of the others but of my own.

I saw the neverending ghosts I've been leaving in that place, all of them being me killed by me.

"It has forsaken these lands"

And yes things are suddenly all wrong and twisted up and wickedly undone.

I've been jumping off the cliff before the bulls are even close.

And that is rainy sad.

Misty sad.

Sunny sad.

I am weak enough to know not the way any more. To just want to leave it all. It is just I cannot.