Well, something didn't work out, but I guess some things in life just never will. I'm just sorry that I hadn't done enough. You probably know what I'm talking about.
I guess we'll all just pretend it never happened.
Atop a mountain crowned with ice
Past snow and crystals that entice
The traveler, who knows not how
To leave the past and live the now.
He saw the snow, so soft and smooth
The gorgeous white, which calmed and soothed
His soul, his spirit, heart, and mind,
He would not leave the past behind.
The crystals took his breath away,
So much so, he quite wished to stay
Within the winter cold and lies
Which whispered soft beneath his eyes.
But truly it was he that lied
Lied to himself and all inside
For though the mountain did entice
It lived the present, filled with ice.
~the simple words of Legacy