a motivation that was too good to last
simply a hope for something that could not be achieved
a magic trick that disappeared through the sleeve
It was not that it was disasterous
or that it had no chance to work
I was too spontaneous
and took one too many a look
I rushed it all without thought
and immediacy I sought
now it is gone
like a sappy love song
I wish I could take it all back
but my actions have struck me like a heart attack
I cannot change what has been done
Once again I have not won
A faint part of it still lives
and I hope it forgives
the speed I took
without a single look
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