PoeticBiscuit

Curveball

What was only one,

Then became two,

Now here comes number three.

 

How will it be?

How will I react?

When you finally breathe,

 

Time has gone,

We sung the song,

Now we cannot retract.

 

Only one way,

Down this steep road,

No brakes, no turning back.

 

But I must double down,

Plant my feet in the ground,

I’ll do whatever it takes.

 

Though unplanned,

And to much surprise,

It was never a mistake.