I feel sad about the memories I don't have
of all the places I haven't been to.
Sad about all the lives I could have lived
but didn't for barely having the one I got.
Sad for being bound to here and now
and in love with all that lay beyond.

I declined my life and failed the world
over a mad thirst for the impossible.
And to a guilt free conscience I put ahead
my demented love for the implausible.