It’s not as though I had done wrong
It’s not a crime to seek my own path
They say, walk away if things don’t work;
They say one must cut one’s own trail

So when I did (and thought I did fine),
I thought I had everything taken care of:
At least those that were in my hands,
And by far those that weren’t either

I tried to clean the mess up for others-
I guess that’s what I thought, you know,
That I was doing it right, the way I should;
But I am perplexed, very; maybe blind as well…

For I can’t see where it had gone wrong:
When ego had stepped in, where friendship had gone
But so it is now: all muddied and clear,
The parting of ways, the story’s now over.