Regrets

What I should have done.

What I could have done.

What I woul have done.

Regrets

Once a lingering fear of the past.

Becomes a hope of our present.

Not knowing the outcome then.

Not knowing th aftermath now.

Regrets

Why becomes a constant question in our minds.

Make us wonder all the oprunites left behind.

We pick our fate we might say.

What if the unchosen was a fate of unbelief

What if that regret could have shaped us into what we could have been.

But fear and doubt always seem to win.

Regrets

Look upon the past look upon the now.

What will you choose?

No time for regerts now