I regret

Not delivering.

Not speaking.

Not spending time with my family.

Not loving myself.

Not knowing who I am.

I want to let go.

Not of the now…

I want to let go of then.

What was

what could have been

What I hold onto

What I let go of

always seemd to recycle itself

back to the now

and the future is shaped

somehow

Because Now is Then

and Then is Now

and the future becomes the past

right now.