What the Ember Wrought

Decide and do things that you won't regret.

The ember flew from the charcoal,
Winds charted his escape
Yet, with new-found freedom
He realized there was no where to go.
Sudden breezes swirled around
And enslaved him to the wind
Frustrated, he lost steam and power
He did touch the nearest wall
But wrote "regret"
On the white paint.