When second thoughts surfaced,
I thought about past lies.
Hearsay worse already,
Will seconds make it even worse?
Down deep I would hear Ashley yelp,
Was I in hallucination?
Well, intuitions they say.
Not when tables turned.
Intransigent I hoped to be,
All my flaws they would see.
Intrusive and opinionated
are hell and heaven,
At least to my defined blue eyes.
Arcadia, I wished to see
But fancy days never ought to pass.
For thy feet being conducive
Will seconds make it even worse?
-MJ