Is it too late?

I stare at the playground

And all at once it has changed

Through a portal of clarity

Through a shift in the pattern

I have awoken

Enough to see the matrix

To see how I have twisted and turned

The axis of concentration

But while I see life fresh for the first time

I realize I am just as clueless to proceed

To make amends

To make an end

From proper means

I don't know how long patience will pursue me as a friend

Are you here?

I am sorry for what has taken me this long

Forgiveness is the love I know as grace