Misunertakings

There was today,
Of all things
There could not have been another way.
Why must it be me,
For when it was not my day.

Of everything,
It had to be at this very hour.
Like every other homing
This one was peculiar
Just for what I am doing.

people are just not perfect,
Even we, even so
I know this is a fact
But I just know that in that very corner,
I have no choice but to correct.

Even then,
I just cannot tell
how much more time do I have than
Please, just this once
Please,let this be my last before i have fallen.