Years of contemplating

Made time go faster.

The days drifting away

Like the hours.

The grass sprouts flowers

The flowers wither and leaves fall

The colorful leaves wither on the ground

Then the snow falls.

And in that time

I was in my thoughts.

What had I done ?

Where did I go?

When did I move?

How did I grow?

In my blunt honesty

I don’t know.

My thoughts were so complex

I thought I didn’t need work to show.

When I left my thoughts

I was in the same place I was before.

With my mind a million steps above

But my body on ground floor.

In the end, I regret the moments I didn’t make.

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.