From my favorite moments, I write
From my memorable moments, I remember
Times I need one thing
Times I had wanted it
I had the power to choose

I should have read the rules
Rules of your game
But no my need and wants
Blinded me

Cursing daybreak
Complain daytime
Someone made my hobby
You! Made my hobby
Into something boring!

Events of the past
Memories of our history
What could be more hunting?
than present regrets…

Taking time
I analyze what should have been
But decisively it ends the same

Floods of guilt streams in
Am I at fault or not?
Too fragile to handle
I escape into my walls
My defense fortress

Hoping upon hope
Daylight will break in
Exposing me to what I have missed

Upon hope, I hope
This was all a passing phase
Faith in what I see you claimed
“I have faith in what I see”
I was told and I hope its still true.