Regrets

Regrets

To go through your entire life with regrets.  Forgot that right turn.  Woke up an hour too late.   Walked into that wrong door.   Never initiated that first “hello.”  Wandered purposelessly with little time left, only to find yourself lost in this dark tunnel:

Different doors opened in secrecy,
reckoned with choices, immediately
the final choice rest upon your mind.
Go figure that is right, if be so kind.
Let the direction you’ll now choose
be the outcomes so variably diffuse.
How the serpentine arms do spread
algorithmic choices partly processed.
Now withdrawn within this tight seal,
yearning for the open Air, and to feel
soft sunbeams shining down your soul;
to live again, now and later, timely so.
Through the tunnel, into soft sunlight;
walking through One, starting this life.

Inevitably all roads lead to the same path, bringing you to the same endpoint.  I failed to say “hello” many times.  But you still stood there, waiting for me…