I look back through the old window of sorrowful tales
Written upon the page of my past
Difficult is it to erase
As they were carve from my broken spirit
And seal from the conscience of my empty soul

Chances slip through my fingers
Reminding myself of the weakling I possess
Progress elevate itself out of my reach
I never fed from the delight of progress

Expecting a new leaf to fade
All mistakes
And bound by the culprit seal of my mind
The past holds nothing for me,

But become unkind
And unfriendly ally there is with no room
To lay my burden at rest
Whereas I can have the anguish trample and defeat

But still a conscience now becomes
A wonderer, lost within the forest of pitiful regret
This succumb to one state of troubled mind
Which is not at rest but anxiously crave liberation from the entrapment of past choices

Time seem to renew itself
Clearing my mind from the old debris of mistakes
Struggled to erase the things that hurt
Making all correction and errors while time unfolds

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As the old saying never sit sorry for yourself, but sometimes i felt like i could have done better in the past.