before the clock struck nine

Thinking about this while waiting in line

My heart knows not where it incline

Perhaps it is best for me to decline

and risk putting everything on the line

Lately this has been on my mind

Not entirely sure it is all mine

Maybe it is all but to remind

Before the clock struck nine

Things has been good for me so far

Can't forever let the door ajar

Afore bleeding turn to scar

Leaving the heart behind bar

I hope to set all doors closed

and not be a person posed

I can try and do it , I supposed

and not let things be disposed