Can you get over the loss of something that never belonged to you? 
How do you dismiss the harsh slam of a door closing 
The cruel burn of choices lost to shallow graves 
Intentions mean little when not acted upon,
even less when acted against 
Blunders and fate often share the same dinner table 
Masquerading as each other 
Who's to know with confidence? 
When these cold truths unveil themselves,
concession is the only lighted path