No Regrets on the Canvas
Connection.
Dots scattered—
Unclear,
What will they become?
Pen in hand, unerasable.
The next stroke—
unknown.
The future—
a blank canvas.
One chance to fill it.
No rewinds.
Brush and color in hand.
Beauty or ugly.
Satisfied or not.
Every line and stroke
Your decision.
Right or wrong,
Good or bad.
People will only see the end.
So make it for yourself.
With no regret.
Make it worth it.
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