going slow

what I thought was blue
was less
blue, and more green.
what I thought was cooked
wasn't,
still raw and pink
in the cut.
the car I bought didn't do
it for me either,
too slow, to big,
or the clothes
I found
in the bottom drawer.
nothing fits.
I've made some bad choices
in my life.
some I regret, most I just
laugh about,
and try again,
this time around though
i'm going slow,
taking my time, and finding
what I really want,
who really wants me.