Commitment--it before you is.
You give up, and it gets let in.
You writhe against the painted net
that brings another lover yet
and wonder, silent as the wind
if it was you who let them in.
Contented, if you wished to be.
On fire, if your passion's free.
The glint inside the weary eye
leading to a new goodbye.
A repeat of an older day
you had a chance you'd never take.
Even though you chose it then,
it's now or never.
Take a hint.
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