Tis true they say not to regret, Not to regress So you don’t get depressed. That is hard! Call it hard lines like those bitter pills we can’t swallow. A lot of if(s) and maybe(s). If I could, I would! But I can’t so I must Re-live, re-think and un-do. Wondering where it went wrong. I don’t point fingers at anyone For I wish to right my wrongs. I don’t feign righteousness And I am not a hypocrite. I desire to sing, To shout! For this road I am on gets lonely at times and I speak to myself and myself speaks to me in return.