It didn’t have to be like this
and regrets turn to thoughts
that remake the patterns
woven into the unreachable past.
But revisions to history
are words etched in sand;
What could have been
is the story written by a phantom’s hand.

Though you made the past
you’ll not make it again.
Take what you’ve made
as a lesson and tool;
Look to tomorrow
as a master and not a fool.