there may or may not be a subtle game going on here
sometimes when I sit and think|
about the things I should have done
I want to cry.
But then I realize that should have done
has no real meaning.
What I should have done
is what I did.
otherwise, why did I do it?
Wisdom comes with age
or so they say.
I'm still sitting here
waiting for that day.
next will be next
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