Each day gets worse, i can not explain the regret that grips me now, should i have given up, should i have continued to wait. Should i have waited longer, or blew out the flame. I am sorry for this, this regret that holds so quick, whose mighty hand could smite the gods, Whose cold tepid fingers lead my wrist. Can i let it go like i let her go, or will i forever suffer the possible. Calm me, sooth me, be my voice of reason, love me still despite this treason. Blame me, hate me, despise me, but not forever, cuz tomorrow is a new land scape, a new scene, a new idea, a new start, a new dream.
