Wasted ~

Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time

It comes upon me that I have been living blind

Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes

To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime

Like many before me, I try to rewind

All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed

Obviously I should have taken more risks

But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.