so I will keep a
deliberate pace,
and let the damn breeze
dry my face

Things don't always work out and we're back where we started. But what's so bad about being where you started, if you like where you came from?

Again with the loneliness, the misunderstanding and being misunderstood.

so I will keep a
deliberate pace,
and let the damn breeze
dry my face

It's up to me and I'll be alone forever. It's not for lack of trying, though.

This isn't what I wanted, but it's what I asked for:
A
full
plate
of
empty.

Cheerz mate.