No, not yet. I'm not done being picky yet.
There was a choice, but not feasible an option.
And there was a wish, but not detailed a plan.
And there was the self-calming, all-consuming sigh of sorts.
They were brave yet little tingles of unspoken tears clamoring for attention - for a glance.
But no, there's still not a way out yet. Because wait.
I'm not done being picky yet.