Wasted Chances
By Matthew Grode •
My life is filled with second glances,
Times when my imaginnation nearly dances,
I wish my heart could lead the way,
But yet I stand with the inability to go or stay,
My mind has built this giant fence,
I use it as my emotional line of defense,
Never really changing course,
Merely trudging along at minimal force,
Untill I find myself in one of my trances,
Thinking about all my wasted chances