Comes a time...

Comes a time in one's life
you're left with unrequited desires
to be caught on wrong side of time
be denied the opportunity to conspire

Oh the crime is hardly seditious
an innocent fantasy to fulfill
to claim a small satisfaction
perhaps wait a little more until

Until.. but never arrives that sweet moment
swept away in the decisions to make
guilt that preys upon your conscience
your countenance for the remainder you fake

The End

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