Vain Regret

Nursing self-delusion
Nurturing perfection
Chasing ideals
Patronizing risks
Tempting fate
Weaving dreams…
Oh, am I being
driven into a quandary
or wandering lost
in a realm of insanity?

Then farewell my deceitful mind,
It’s vain and fruitless to lament
which stings the soul,
No hope nor faith yield their fruit
Why then wallow in regret?


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