Too Late?

I see you over there, standing on the edge. Trying to makes sense of all the things in yr head. Frowning like its so hard to hear About all the thoughts that have you standing high up on there. Staring off into the distance Like your watching a sad movie But reality, its a moment of life contemplation. Resentment & regret for reasons all locked up inside, has there been too much water rushing through? Can you walk over that bridge instead of standing high up on that ledge?