I muse alone, thinking it through,
tears have dried for me to see
that thing haven’t to turned out too badly.
All the time my word has stayed true,
fears were met but somewhat expected,
so I must learn these painful lessons gladly.
I choose alone, making amends,
debris of hatred beginning to clear
making my skies brighter than ever.
I will stand by my choices forever,
I know the ones who I must hold so dear
are the truest and the best of my friends.
I don’t believe in regret
for if you change one mistake
a thousand paths that could be right
could blow away out of sight
and then the next wrong route you’d take
could end up being your biggest blunder yet.
Like is like a photograph,
needing negatives to develop
and shake it though you may
the ink won’t wear away,
breeding further memories that envelop
in an album of taking the right path.
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