Regrets

Regrets.

This is what fills me.

Right at this very moment

I ponder on our time, wasted

Put in vain by my cowardice.

The chances and doors you've made open

with your trust in what I can do

I'm sorry.

My cliche of a fear unknown

Lost in translation 

By this mind of mine

in a sea of what-nots and what-ifs

I was stupid,