We all have things we should have done.
An ever increasing list of things that will last.
Coloured ink on white paper tell us all,
The jobs for us to do from the past.
There will be many deaths to loved ones in our lives.
Many departures from this oh so sacred world of ours.
Words thought, but never said for fear of the unknown,
After death will haunt us for many weeks days and hours.
Life is full of regrets.
Things we did, or didn’t do.
If only, if only, if only,
We had that moment in life once more, just one more try,
I’m sure we’ll get it right this time.
Each moment in our short lives is unique,
Yet each affects many others,
One go is all we get,
A single try. A solitary chance. If we fail, then that’s it.
No second chances, not until after the Darkness and Nothingness.
So final, yet so endless. The very understanding of it is incomprehensible.
The very nature of it is unreal, and the very question of it is unanswered.
No regrets, no life, no anything. It just is.