Regret

Have you ever felt like

You have no control

Whatsoever on life?

You spend your days

Just getting by...

Running yesterday

Chasing tomorrow

Forgetting ultimately

You also could fly?

Same old on and on

You keep on keeping on

Running in a circle as if

But that which you didn't draw

Is it possible, you wonder...

To break away, run free

On your own route,

Hopefully?

While you remain absorbed, thinking

The wheel of life had slowly rot away

And you discover death face to face.

Ah, you gasp: This life spent in regret

Maybe the next time I can make

The most of it?