A french revlutionary look on moving on; the guillotine

Caught between not wanting to let go of childishness and wanting something adult. Waiting to set blame on anything else, as if ignorance really was bliss. A refusal to accept consequence for one's own actions works, but not forever. Ask for nothing in return, and you need not respond in any way, for effort is not needed when it means nothing. Yet, when so much is asked, to take into consideration you, respect, to put in effort to retain this wonder fulfilling a hole left cavernous, dark, to enter a new fight and walk side by side.
"It feels so good to have your hand in mine.(Once on my own to you I'll play blind)"
Yet cry should it happen eye for an eye. It just doesn't seem right.
I reflect on the amount of dignity I am willing to sacrifice, and why should I nibble on this poisonous cake to savour it's sweetness before I am robbed of what makes my heart beat? Why would I prolong what I know will be an untimely death? Do I really believe this is worth all my effort, I should just eat it all and get it over with, making at least Marie Antoinette happy.
But what I see is truly genuine, actions have reactions and before that intent. And upon us a happiness has been heaven sent (or so it would seem should we believe in faeries like these.) You're scared and look too far ahead. Wedded bliss; not on the list. I want this.
I want this.
But if a little is too much to ask. like a mirror I want the same thing. A reflection:noitcelfer A. But it's a child in that mirror, still wanting it all... so it would seem like Marie was right. To grow up just a little would seem so hard? Yet in the world of spoiled children it's probably best to let them have cake... they can cry about it once it's gone.
~r.r.