Chicken hearted

The chance at something
That previously made me happy

I turn back because
I know
It is not going to be as i expect

I could
Make adjustments
Form new expectations
And go back
With renewed confidence,

Instead,
I convince myself that
It's a bad idea anyways
Because
It's not going to be what i remember

(There is nothing
that time does not ravage,
so nothing is ever going to
as it was)

Because I would not go anyways
Because I was scared of the jump,
I found a logic so watertight
That not even I could argue with it