My posture is straight and arms on the wheel
but eyes on the rear with a guilt feel.
Imagining it different
where I could have been.
Out came the noise of a gentle breeze ,
leaning behind , I watched my thoughts.
While it tried to distract me
I sit back and observe, untying the knots.
It puts me on auto pilot,
day dreaming what could have been.
Did I imagine it differently ,
same canvas but a random scene ?
It fades with reality but lets us grow,
so make peace with it, just let it go
Man and mistake, like string and twine
it is alright to repeat, do it twice.
Regretting my regrets , I put a smile on my face.
Not anymore, like red rags to a bull.
Througt potholes and traffic , I learned my pace.
I drove this far, so it is at least half full.
How far? Well that's a Disgrace . :) :)
At least we came so far to at least read and write poems online :) .
Regrets of a Glass Half Full .
The idea conveyed here is to replace Regret with gratitude and look at things from a different perspective .
All it takes is a moment to fall back behind the energy and observe it,as put forward by Michael A singer in the book - The Untethered soul