So, how do you finally realize?
There are a dozen of things that you’ve already missed
People, moments, facts, affections, chances, or even jokes
These are all of things that you hope to be on pause
Or wish to be replayed with another better verses

Somehow you judge yourself for being stupid, dumb, and foolish
Just because you think you chose the right things and disposed the wrong ones
Turns out, it only makes you drown in the ocean of remorse
And then you start blaming all the universe
Keep uttering rhythms that make your melancholy get worse

But, just like any other books that have been written
There are various story lines to make it different from the others
Each story line’s guided by chapters
And there’s no wrong chapter to be included in destined story line

So, how do you finally realize?

The dozen things you missed weren’t the part of chapters in your outstanding story line

Tragedies, it all happened.

Just.to .slow .down. the .tempo .

If it’s not yours, then it won’t be yours

Sounds familiar?