By Mac Guerreiro
Eye asked you to help me trust,
In which ever way you could,
Be it by targeting resistance,
Which if eye was being honest is THE way,
Or any other way you see fit,
As should have been expected,
It was a blend,
With a solid anchor for a checkpoint,
Can you make the wise choice?
Not the one based on fear,
Or on what if’s,
But the one based on logic,
Based on looking at the long game,
Eye did,
Of that Eye’m certain,
But certainty isn’t the full extent of what was felt,
There’s lots of doubt and a feeling of missing out,
As if other opportunities will not come,
Simply because this one passed,
Ludicrous,
Eye know that,
Yet it seems not all of me does,
Yet,
Perhaps this is a step further from the last.
Mystical Mac 