Walking Is Still Honest

Buses tend to be unreliable. I accepted this and still left at my regular time. In Vienna i just randomly parked my car in what could of been a space to a casual observer, apprently the officer who ticketed me knew the difference. By the time i got off the metro in Dupont Circle i was twenty minutes late, by the time i finally got a bus to the cathedral the class was over;in fact they were leaving as i was walking in. I refused to have made the trip in vain so i still walked around and looked at everything. Met the professor outside the crypts where we discussed the finer points of romanesque and gothic architecture and took some pictures. After venturing forth to locate the return bus the rest of the day went as usual.
Hours later i got to finally sing the song i wrote two days ago aloud in my full singing voice, i actually like it. I wish it wasnt based off someones short story and was truly my own writing but im too much of a perfectionist to ever finish my own work.
At some point do you give up or give in?
Some times i get the feeling theres too much finality to this.

Its done, put a bullet in her.