I promised this world a great entrance.
I promised this era a grand transition.
I promised my soul a cleansing adventure.
I promised my loved ones to never betray them.

I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better than I said.
I’m sorry this world sees a let down in me.
I’m sorry this age of history is just growing older,
not growing better.
I’m sorry I go on,
nurrishing my thoughts by those fundamental feelings.
I’m sorry I’ve been my own treachery,
my very best ennemy.
I’m sorry for everyone who’ve wasted endeavour on me,
pursuing a marvelous,
but hopeless, journey.


Dear God, I’ve nothing left to say.
AMEN