An Impossible Fix

AN IMPOSSIBLE FIX I journey through the woodland Hazily I gaze at the shadows of an- intangible reality There I love roses and hate thorns Its a Journey to my yesterday In a region called mind. There I chose silence and hate noise I choose hard work and hate sleep I choose humility above pride I leave no soul hurt I leave no bone fractured Carefully I make a great fix I journey through the woodland A journey from my yesterday Like an eagle on my today to perch Alas! No yesterday was fixed Not even a choice was redone For it was just a fruit of imagination Conceived in the womb of regret Inside the belly of vain contemplation So when you receive a day From the hand of Him who never err Forget not every moment to pray Remember good choices to make For even today will be yesterday- and you can never fix yesterdays.