Saturday 18 June 2011

Running Out of Fingers

I have made more mistakes than I can count
but I'm not too concerned with the amount
as I know they will all be purged away
and only the things that are meant will stay
but still there lingers a sense of regret
that, despite all effort, I cannot forget
so I try to squeeze them out of my head
and replace them with good choices instead
but the pressure mangles my sponging mind,
struggling to go forward as I look behind;
as the pressure becomes too much to take
I realise all effort is a mistake
and if I let chances and choices rise
in a natural manner improvised
then all I can ask is that I have tried
and I have no regrets when I have died.

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