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My Excuses

My Excuses


Sometimes I wait for destiny's touch

to help pick my choices, decisions and such

change all my maybe's into yes's or no's

direct my own path that I should have chose


But waiting allows my goals to be tweaked

by weakened decisions preferred by the meek

My roads will be handpicked by unknown fate

and then comes regret, and by then it's too late


My decisions and choices are easy to make

but my excuses are many, and reasons all fake

step up and stand tall, announce my decision

don't ever look back with mirrored revision.