Would there ever be Ever, not soon Enough plasticity of the mind Allowing one – me – to figure out Each one of the weapons?
I believed it firmly, It felt no harm, It carried no shame. I could have battled Many more million years.
You were there plenty
You were not enough of.
I haven’t noticed the exact,
As you unfolded,
When I was looking elsewhere, When I wasn’t ready Quite yet.