There’s a grave accent about the whole fiasco; highlights my naive foolishness.
Wrote myself out of the subject; forced to carry on. Well versed though I truly am; the communication was poor.
Can’t go on carr’yin regret though, and I’m done begging pardon. An old friends’ words bought the notion, back around to me;
Happiness best found within, forsake dependency. Lift yourself up, on the light, high ’bove these arid seas.