Mr. Regret

by Matt Freire

I'm sitting at the table of regret
Pondering life and what it has meant
Spacing on the past I watch me fret
I sometime question why I was sent
To this life to ferment
The steady gaze back
Of all the chances that have went
Is the cause of neglect
Because too much of my time was spent
In front of the T.V. set
Loony Toons and star trek
Builds a shallow silhouette
And now I dread my life is in decent
My youthful prime has gone and went

It's Not the way that I would like
I never wished to lament
And now I fear my life is all set
I made all the wrong moves
And my queen is soon to be checked
Or I didn't make moves at all
And the game of Life can't progress

Regret is an appalling waste of energy
Like scratching your way to the center of the earth
You will never get there and if you do
You'll just be burnt up like a memory

Regret on the things I've said
And the people I said them to
Regret on the things I Didn't say
And the people I should of said them to
Regret on all the chances I have had
That I failed miserably
Regret on NOT even trying it's like
Drinking and not taking the nutrients out and just peeing
Regret on NOT taking that extra step to
Help myself out
Regret on not going that extra inch to helping
Somebody else out
Regret on sleeping in till four in the afternoon
Regret on Not getting up and doing what I like to do

When one door closes in the life of a soul
Another door opens and new life will unfold
But we often look so long and regretfully ambitious on the closed
That we do not see the open and wind comes and blows that door closed
Like cement
Supplement
Struggle you can't vent
In the direction that was sent

Because you had to represent
A closed doors news events
And now you wonder what it meant
And where you could have went
Because you where so busy with the past
That you forgot about the present tense

Regrets are like an illusionist
They only want you to see the trick
So you miss out on the real events
So take heed to NOT what YOU have missed

But to what You want to do
Be your own illusionist
And perform your own little tricks
And make Mr. Regret wonder
Where your longing for him went
And move on with your life
And generate new events
And Supplement your life
With uplifting comments
And try to circumvent
Becoming apart of the lethargic percent

So make sure that you watch out for old mister Regret
He'll give you more chances to sweat
On new direction and events
And it doesn't matter that you're in his line of descent
In everyone's tree there is an awful little dent
That one-day they'll have to over come
Or they live in malcontent
And that is just not the way to live
The only life that you've been sent
And if that's the way you live
Then I think its time for you to reinvent

Take your eyes out FROM the back of your head
Put in the front open them up your not dead
And if would do what I have just said
You will live more content until the day you are dead