I always said that I never wanted to live my life wastefully,
However- Here I am, right now, doing it painfully.
You hear stories of the elderly who wished they did life a little differently,
Though they chose the path they did- willingly.
They knew at the time it was the right thing for them.
Years down the road of life, ideas of regret begin to stem.
I know what I want in this life, but what I want can never be my reality,
When I tell others my dreams they say it’s nothing more than a hyperbole.
Makes me wonder if what or who I truly want is bad for me,
Sometimes others can perceive what I may not be able to see.
I tend to question what he truly wants in life,
I honestly have no clue other than music and a wife.
My fault because I never asked, just assumed,
I do know alcohol and other outlets are consumed.
I keep receiving glimpses of the person I once knew,
My thoughts of him changing is something he could never construe.
I’m not perfect either but I am getting older,
Before we know it our bodies will began to molder.
Therefore I cannot go back and hope and wish,
That things will work out and he’ll never pick up that swish.
Never leave me alone high and dry,
Regretting that I thought we could try.
So as you can see I know what’s best for me,
But I know deep down, I’ll always want “we”.
As the years go on and my hair becomes more gray,
I’ll be that person regretting life decisions …but all because I knew what was best for me on that particular day.