Past

The title speaks on its own.

I reached home early- no one is around

I sat and began to ponder

Suddenly, I remembered my past

And my mind started to wonder.



There are so many what if's and unknowns

I treated the past like my future

Thinking what if I did this and that

And imagined about its perfecture.



My mind spotted the most painful mem'ry

That's when I began to regret

I began to cry countless of tears

Although I know it was useless to fret.



But, what's ironic is that

I wont change the past even if I can

Because it made the me that I am now

With that, I am surely certain.