Regrets litter in my soul as I look back

Papers and pens that made my eyes gag

This is the road I choose

A trail where works and study suffuse

This is the life I abuse

A desk of overload books and a head with no amuse

Should I sell my life to marriage, to money, to fame

Or should I work dignified until my hair turns to grey flames

I did nothing as my life is reduced

I accuse myself of living the harder way

Of peeling away my youth when the mind cannot sway



I never will be like those on the island of green

They were steps ahead before we came to be

So life must go on and I would swallow down pain

Palming other's sins, sparing no grin.

But would it have been better, is it the best way,

I work with erased antenna for medals harsh to the taste.



My head tells me to move on,

But my heart convinces me otherwise.