Brand New Eyes

There was once in a time and space, Where regrets of the past filled my being, Of what was lost while wrong choices I chased, A memory held in time, where eyes were gleaming, As time sped by and space endured, The haze cleared and clarity conquered. Those regrets that once had me poured, Now, content shaped while peace is sorted. Regret is a yearning of something that could have been, Shaped by the Now and haunted by the Future's desperation. For the Past remains passed, the Future unseen, It is a calling for a change in perception. Every action has a consequence, A mere whisper affects the Whole, Let the Past rest in review and celebrate Now in exuberance, For Life changes when you advance, kind and bold.