Every day you lament
That you can't turn back time
With a demeanor that would suggest
At some point
You possessed that skill
And then lost it
And sometimes you forget
And make choices
Only beneficial if one could undo them
In an instant
But we can't undo our choices
We can't unravel time
Turn back the page and pick another path
I wish I could
Don't we all?
But then I realize
That if that was how life worked
That would be how life worked
And would be's are the sickness
Of the uncalibrated mind
