Stumped Poem by Natasha LaTulip

With everyday life, and random situations, I always find a reasoning, and a meaning for it all.

For the first time in my life, the reasonings I can't seem to grasp; which bring along the fear of personal fall.

I'm not exceptable to failure, nor regretful for most of what I do; but for some akward point in my life, my confusion begins and ends with you.

I have always been able to pin point my crossings, and knowing when to walk away, but now I see my crossing and haven't left at all and I choose to stay.

For now I stay confused; not knowing what's ahead. Mabey for once; instead of running, I will continue to lay beside you and wake up in our bed.