There is no way I can get
My way when what is felt dismays
The intellect frets over choices
When the consequences have been met
Karma rejoices over the intercept–
As the future vectors in on the present
Listening for the death tone
A predator drone fires nothing left
This is not the way I wanted it to end
Debris in freefall I wanted it all
Maybe I should’ve retreated
And maybe defeated I wouldn’t have been
Maybe next time I’ll get a way
Maybe next time I’ll just getaway
The Space Between Me and You 