It's too easy to do.
Pass this lifetime's expenses onto someone else.
Say, "if only it had been this way instead." But there's no magic time machine
to save me.
To say it's their fault
not mine.
Say if they'd been better
I could have been too.
Beat my breast.
Run from what is.
Yell at who they were.
Look at me, no better.
If I had a child
I'd make mistakes too.
So they could grow up.
And say I failed them because
I wasn't wise enough to be anyone but myself.
