Beams of Lonely Love

My equilibrium is not justified
My path is not a token
There are knots tied within
And about the currents of space
Where time does not allow me
The misfortune of being correct

Still, I will offer a pardon to my feet
And where they might take me
In my sleep and arbitrary determination
Oh, how different it would all be
If I never met her, never decayed
Into beams of lonely love