On Regret

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Jealousy emerges, I see others' success. 
I wonder why I have all this regret
Where did the time go
How much time is left
Will I ever accomplish whatever comes next?

In that moment I come to that bridge
to mourn the time past, or see my success
Because looking more closely, there's more that I've done
Only I know all the battles I've won. 

The times I listened to someone complain
The millions of times, I pushed through the pain
The days I awoke to work and make bread
The times I was honest, the times that I led.

The lonely nights, just me and my dog
The tears, the sorrow, the friends I have lost.

Life has been messy, it's worn me down hard
The truth is I'm not sure, how I'm still here at all.

I may not know why, where, when or how
But I do know tomorrow I'll accomplish my dreams
Some call that faith, some call it luck
For me it's just love and wading through muck.

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