Go

As all good things must come to an end
eventually the peace tenses as the drama begins.
scond guesses arise about things and then
I'm not as sure about areas once confident.
It's a funny thing when you're on the fence
and little insignificant things begin to make dents
while I'm here trying to make a little sense
of these events that tense me feelings just awaiting the end.
Whe one wants to go through with what the heart tells you,
to do it pursue but hesitation starts to spell you've
caught up your thoughts into a mess confused you yell to
yourself in your head.
Why is it that ambitions that rage sometimes end up dead?
So the only thing to do is to go through with it then
and attack it so it matches original intent