At times of despair
I look at the sky
Wondering if it could have changed,
If in that instantaneous moment
The future would have struck
And I’d understood the end.
Mistakes that could have changed
The path that could have been avoided,
Perhaps not, because the vision has been shaped
And the choices made.
What is left of regrets
When one knows that it cannot change?
When the fate has been sealed
At the momentary choice of existence.