As simple as it is to come
To concrete resolution
It’s typical that to succumb
Will hamper execution.
I try to do the thing that’s right
With every good intention
But often times I fail in spite
Of efforts toward abstention.
I set out on an even line
Eyes forward, one direction
And then as if it’s by design
I’ll reach an intersection.
I tell myself I shouldn’t turn
I shouldn’t even glance
I listen, yet, I do not learn
I halt in my advance.
Familiar is that path apart
I’ve travelled it before
As well-worn as it is, I start
To want it more and more.
The hardest step is not the first
It’s just what I regret
Turning back, well, THAT’S the worst
And hardest to forget.
In wishes I am worthy, wise
In theory I’m mature
In practice, though, it’s no surprise
Resolve is not a cure.