Try

Never one to give up,I would never let you,or you or me
The few choices left to us,all lead to moving forward
A constant of progression and evolution

Until devolution,and nearing ever more closer to nigh
Life only allows for a finite number of chances,
those sideways glances filled with promises,still unspoken.

Ever broken and on the mend
we tend and intend and push forward with will.
It's reality's bitter pill that always reminds us
in the end of what is ours,and what is not.

Maybe,I was wrong