This is lovely but seems fearful to me;
Though, I couldn't let that be.
This can either break or make a man
Considering all its demands.

Emotionally, that seems prepared
To become my soft remedy,
Seemingly green even when its red,
Keep making me realize I'm somebody.

I'm already loosed grievously,
Skillfully in strategies,
Imagining it better ends hopefully,
Feeling blue flying in many skies.

Hmm.. We can't merge
Otherwise you'll trespass
With its dues so brutally large
Beseeching me to cleave to my past

Oh! I thought my fear
Could become my dear.
I know the wheel is yours,
I need some recovery hours.