It says at the top of this page. (Until I save it, And have to call it something.)
It reminds me of me. I'm usually good at titles. Witty or elegant Turns of phrase are kind of my thing.
I can draw you a word picture Clear as a photograph. If you want more of me, though, It's a different story.
Untried. Unknowing, or maybe just unknown. So much of my life is unlived, unloved In nearly every way that counts.
Opportunities I've squandered. Sometimes through fear Fatigue. Feeling fraught. Frustration.
Finally figuring, I shouldn't bother keeping score