The only thing I own is the time now.
The thoughts I possess.
The will to do my best.

I may think I own my past regrets,
The mistakes that were made,
foolish words I had said.

But I don't own them.
I still did the moment they happened.
But once they passed,
they ceased to be mine.

My past is but history to me,
past lessons to be learnt,
stories to be shared,
to give strength to another.

The past left an impact on me,
that I don't deny.
An impact that will last forever,
but I can't change it ever.
Not even if I tried.

So why bother?
Why should the past matter?
All I can do now is work to a better future.
But I don't own the future.

All I own is the present moments.
I need to use them wisely,
to proceed cautiously,
because I know that..

Once they pass, they cease to be mine.
And this cycle repeats.