It came to me
In the dark of night
On a morning too early
Sometime muttering to myself amid the day
That tomorrow I will curse the man I am today
Much like today I curse the man I was yesterday
But it hasn't changed anything at all
Tomorrow I will stare back at myself as I write these words
And despise what I am right now
So I can ignore what I will have become tomorrow.

Everyone wants to do it all over again
You'll hear these laments
Dripping down fire escapes from tenement buildings
Spoken in quiet studies in secluded mansions
They wail along the rails of New York subways
Slur out of the backs of taxis in Atlanta
The money not made
The ******* not had
Again and again
To start over
Not a word spoken of the kindness not given
Always of the favor not received
The wrong not repaid is the regret of many
Wealth not worth
Hormones not hearts
Time not tenderness
Gain not growth
Everyone wants to do it all over again
And become the monsters they could have been