Forever, I dwell in the sorrow of pity regret.
Mistaking every chance opportuned is there to take.
Leaving me with my choices to sit and marinate.
I fear not, yet I am afraid.
Perhaps it is my conscience, playing both sides: Reality and Dreams.
The wisdom that once had a life has died.
And now like a child I run and hide.
A fool to most, but to others, just a man with pride.
Forever, I search for endless touch.
But hesitate when facing even the slightest rub.
Just another hole to be punctured through my Coraz'on.
A worthless hour writing the saddest song.
Thus the Fear, Yet again.
Forever was and forever is.