buts, no ifs

I believe the oath broke on my side
I woke up. I did not live up to mine
I hopped, I walked to the infinite hide
But without the talk I’ve fallen aside

I made the mistake I must confess
I wanted more to balance the less
I gave in. I waved in hope of peace
But the remote puts me on my knees

I should have held this together
I should have handled this better
I tried to surrender to see it intact
But it’s never easy, and that’s a fact

Now, not a single ‘if’ will defend
Nor hail the failed ‘buts’ to mend
These ‘buts’ bested me in the end
And the ‘if’ unaddressed that friend

© Ricardo Sexton