In the bind of the early morning,
With a weeping glow of rise and shine,
I think about my mistakes, my regrets.

Dawn is my honesty.
Ask me  anything at sunrise
I cannot lie.

In the cold of space and time,
There exists the state of superposition.

This means particles can be two things at once.
A particle can spin in both directions at the same time.

Reality is a mix, a measure, a melt.
And we have so much to discover.
We are just one tiny piece.

Ah my patience waxes thin,
Silence suffers. annoyance wins,
Grit, persistence, self control,
An intolerant world, our new black hole.

Can we not or will we ever,
(I pause because I think I'm clever),
Be kind, be open, yes less is more,
Patience first then eagles soar.

When you trust no one,
The person you trust least is yourself.

Is it worth all the worry,
The tension, the cost,
The poor sleep and fatigue,
The happiness lost.

The what if's or maybe,
Will it happen or not,
Worry is wandering,
It never will stop.

So learn to accept,
Your life is a scene,
A chapter, some improv,
On a three dimensional screen.

Those you will love,
And some you will lose,
Each day is a painting,
Worry works as my muse.

What is regret,
But a moment of fret,
Is life a missed opportunity.

We live and we die,
Surely I'm not that guy
Who goes to the grave without scrutiny.

If I could repeat,
This whole meet and greet,
I would learn to lie much more truthfully.

And I would learn about love,
And this mystery above,
A god who rules so brutally.

No, we get a few years,
And we shed many tears,
Suffice a few things said in our eulogy.

So smile and remain,
Yes love is a chain,
And kindness always brings unity

( Kindness. Why do I have to remind myself constantly!)

She: What is the worst thing you have ever done.

He: I refused to give a dollar to two starving children.

She: Were you broke.

He: Nope. Had scads. I wanted to take their picture and they asked for a dollar for the snap.

She: And you said no.

He: Yup. I was insulted. The nerve of starving children to ask for a pittance for a pic.

She: Does it plague you, this memory.

He: Ya. I think about it every couple of days. It was a cruel,arrogant, disgusting thing to do.

She: What's the second worst thing you have ever done

He: Pretended to love someone.