Refrain me from the things I hate
Alter the course of existing fate
Doom, whispers at the twilight sway
"I'll make it out alive it's okay."
"Trust your instincts" she firmly conveys
Yet I find praise in believing in your ways
The heart deems obstacles just a passing phase,
Yet sympathy weaves through the mind's maze.
"Thanks" escapes my lips, a humble display,
Unsure why praise finds me on this day.
I pondered the path which I took that day,
Perhaps it'll be different if I refrained;
And I found myself wanting to rewind it to the days unchanged.
