Recognize that regrets are a trick of the mind,
Sapping your will to act and correct,
A poison much worse than fetters that bind.
Men trapped abed by “What If?” and heart-pained;
Eternity mirrors that endlessly reflect
Recognize that regrets are a trick of the mind.
Weeping cracks, stiff facades, colors drained,
Stress-shattered urges hopelessly suspect:
A poison much worse than fetters that bind.
Woe unto all men who have this ingrained
If only we could, from this state, disconnect
And recognize that regrets are a trick of the mind.
Too far, you might say, to be unconstrained.
To be without checks, never self-inspect
Is a poison much worse than fetters that bind.
Just as a thought, for relief: be unchained!
And bask for a moment in that blissful effect.
Recognize that regrets are a trick of the mind.
A poison much worse than fetters that bind.
