Sometimes I think I do too many things, and that it takes on my life,
And constricts my breathing
But in truth I am thankful for at least my stressful days are full
So many die and crow, 'if only, if only,'
Perhaps 'If only I had taken time to enjoy the small things,'
But I won't regret it because I can't regret putting too much of myself into the world,
In fact, I think my only regret would be not sharing enough of it
How could I, so blessed with life for another microsecond on this earth, be so selfish?