Regret and death are friends.
The first varies while the latter's constant.
They both approach you when it's the end,
Be sure the first's worth it, 'cause changing it, you can't.

Regrets are, I guess, part of our lives.
No one can actually escape.
Dialectics may not really thrive,
But illusions of choices come in various shapes.
The only question that your mind feasts,
Which ones are you prepared,
That you know would hurt the least,
When you speak of which on your deathbed.

Dip in motivation,
Solved by ounces of hallucination.
Entering the void,
Keeping oneself from being toyed.
Wake up! Wake up!
From within you resist the tap.
But you know for yourself,
The instability of your mind-shelf.
The sooner you accept solitude,
The quicker you know you're doomed.
Without them, you can't be happy,
Trust me; you'll never be free.

Disappointments, aren't we all?
A few rise less than all our fall.
To him,
To her,
To them,
To everybody!

But they all are to you as well!
This life we call is a mere circle.
He hurts you,
She hurts you,
They hurt you,
You hurt you.

Jack of all trades,
Master of none.
Strong, loud voice,
Something! A must have one!
Courage? Yes.
How about fear?
No. None of that.
You are special!;
                yet,
Always the choice,
                but,
Never the option.
                ;

When I was five, I ate rice with raw egg.
Sit on the rusty, yellow and blue swing.
Play lego and compete for the king,
Ride and reach home before lunch's eaten.

Seven to twelve were kinda tough,
Series of confusions, choices, and circles.
But you managed to pull through,
Since you're sure what's ahead of you.

Thirteen to sixteen you'll meet her,
And the world becomes really colorful.
But blends aren't always that beautiful,
Might end up red or worse some blue.

Seventeen to twenty you shape up,
Let it all in for the last hurrah.
You'll go out to be different,
From now, things will be uncertain.

Twenty-one and I'm still figuring it out,
But that's okay what I hear people shout,
I am desperate as hell,
I need some new normal.

You don't tell him he'll be alone.
He isn't afraid.
Remember when you had your Caffè Americano?
Stills without milk nor sugar.
That engagement ring?
Always silver without that shining.
He met a lot.
They had a lot.
But together,
Can stand alone.