BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL

Thou art the best decision I hath ever made,
But along the way among the winds of change;
The mind forgot what the heart hath chosen,
Realization came upon mind of late;
Why doth thou art lay these trouble thoughts,
Upon that of already troubled mind?
What can man do against such reckless hate?
What grace hath giveth me,
Let it be pass unto thee and please be save;
For hope hath forsaken this trouble mind,
What thou art tell thyself doth will;
Tear thee down or push thou up,
And realized that more strength was needed;
To let go than to hold unto thee,
And mistake turns me of a more mature man;
Than i once was acclaimed to be,
Fair thee well most beloved Star;
For Stars are still bright upon the Sky,
But the brightest of them fell!