The path once stepped cannot be unwalked
Perhaps the footprints can be erased
But each stride will be stitched to our past
Decisions litter the trails as we pursue
Blown about by the mighty winds of passion
The whistling harbinger of oncoming storms
Shaking the very foundation of our roots
Causing even the immobile oak to tremble
Devouring reason and judgment in its wake
Creating discord in the heart of innocence
The soul sets out in search of it’s pleasures
The inner wanderer captivated by its own destiny
Unless bound and gagged by the sorrows of regret
Regrets?
Having them is a natural feeling of inadequacy
Obsessing over them creates a destructive conflict
An infectious virus

If you try to count the drops of yesterdays rain
You will be trapped in an ancient storm
Where time and atmosphere never move
Thunder and lightning control your passion
Claim their dominance over what you call fate
As reason and judgment fold quietly into oblivion
Joy and sorrow can no longer balance the universe
Your ego placed upon a pedestal of fragile promises
How heavy the onus that regret lay on your shoulder
And the mighty winds of passions roar fear into the night
Imploring the earth to open its wounds once again
To let the bacteria of regret set in
The scars will fade and the pain subsides
But if you let it regret will infect your soul

You’re sweating and regretting instead of forgetting that
Forgiving is for the living not the minions full of sinning
Gadding about and bidding for anything thats forbidden
Just say good riddance
Don’t waste one second taking vengeance or your penance will be an endless menace full of venom
You’ll be in debt to your regret and the weight will make you fret
In the wake of self indulgence while convulsing and revolting
You’ll be beholden to revolting
No consoling will prevent exploding
So just pray
A brand new start to a brand new day as reality quietly fades away
Leaving a wraith misguided by faith who has nothing left to say
Because your regrets get in the way