Looking Over Your Shoulder Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

this is the evaluation,
of the situation,
of our generation,
the correlation,
of salvation,
don't dropp your road,
with quiet words that lead you in,
give you a reason,
to convert from your sins,
the moon it begins to shade,
sorry it happened this way, but there is nothing i can do,
in a week it won't change,
and you believe that's true,
but all the time to love you,
for the fear of breaking you,
close your eyes,
and chose what you wanna do,
in the end it all comes back to you,
to take the time and choose,
it's easy to turn your head,
away from mess you chose to make, but when life begins to fade,
and it's one thing you thought you knew,
but tell me for the last time why your here,
you apologize again, it what you choose,
but in the end, it all comes back to you! ! ! ! ! ! ! !