No. 39

Note: There's a 'hidden message' in this one, literally

Wishy-washy I could be silly
Every time I'm with you, you hit me
Just do not dismiss all my efforts
Unless absent, nobody comforts
Stick around, it doesn't matter
Take time on it, I'll never falter
Chaos cannot be controlled by me
Alibis I make, you wouldn't see
Neither you or whatever that be
Things go beyond a dichotomy
Barren the tree becomes before fall
Every memory after that dull
Beyond that time, you might've been gone
Unlike then, we're classmates on at least one
Those chances present, I've taken none
Wishy-washy, I could be foolish
Every message you sent, I cherish
Let things happen' occurs to often
Living like this, my chances lessen
Sunflowers are not on the bloom yet
'Till that day comes, plans should be set
I expect a little on what I'll get
Like a last die roll, I'll place my bet
Last or not, I hope there's no regret
Being constrained helps, or it does not
Every thought I have starts with a 'but'
Freedom, a resource that I misuse
Really bothers me the things I choose
I always doubt, actions lead to lose
Even though the tides are against me
Never mind them, carry on and be
Die trying, that, I hope, you will see
Soon, I promise I'll be, less than three