couldn't things have been different.
If there were a way to go back, I would.
Why
can't I see the things I used to see
when I could smile and know
there wasn't that thing, the ink, the glare.
Why
did it pull me backwards,
but somehow I've furthered.
Why
has all good changed,
yet I am to wonder if this is for the better.
Why
am I hooked onto those days.
Then Why
do I feel no remorse from the past?