arriere pensee

It’s just that I thought it was over,
But that was my first mistake.
So I closed my eyes, to all the lies,
and my wisdom I did forsake.

For I thought I had understanding,
or at least so I believed.
And with pen as my tool, I became a fool,
and a world I did deceive.

And the thoughts that now find me wandering,
are bound by my regret.
And with lesson learned, away I turned,
but I could not forget.

It’s just that I thought it was over,
But that was my first mistake.
So I closed my eyes, to all the lies,
and the words I knew to be fake.

But still it is, I worry.
For one can never be sure.
The dubiety in life it seems,
I ever must endure.