Regrets I’ve bundled, wrapped in hope
and set aflame to warm myself
at night as fire side burns so bright
with what and if and maybe so.
Instead I choose a path of is
and simply tis just how it goes
and from my tongue hyperbole
flows as the streams of passing time.
And cinders drift into the sky
as light illuminates my face
deep lined with things I now forget
and carefree watch them pass me by.