9 Years Ago

9 years ago, on this very day,
I inked my name, and gave my life away.

Who knew then, as a year went by
I should meet another and lived a lie.

As night thus fell and darkness cloaked,
Words ran rife and its artifice choked.

To do what's right, to stay in line.
I must move on; The Boy's not mine.

With this in mind, a year soon passed.
And then another, forget I must.

One and one and two and more,
Weathered thus this shroud I bore.

Rationale dictates that to follow,
The tides shall hasten to greet tomorrow.

The answer eludes me, but this I know,
That I was Chosen 9 years ago.