No, i have no choice other than to
And to believe the next err am doing is not err.
Sometimes my errs turn out to be gorgeous
I enjoy limelight, prowess,intelligence.
I always had this deep stink to make things right,
Later the things i made right,
Never ever felt right.
A choice where you bleed,
You later think that as 'sacrificed'.
Emotions if sacrificed
You expect will turn things right.
But for whom?