My posture is straight and arms on the wheel
But eyes on the rear with a guilt feel .
Imagining it different
where I could have been
Out came the noise of a gentle breeze ,
to put a smile on our face , "the nature’s heal".
Falling behind, I watched my thoughts
enjoying the ride, I sit back and observe.
It puts me on auto pilot,
day dreaming what could have been .
Did I imagine it differently ,
same canvas but another scene ?
It fades with reality but lets us grow,
Make peace with it, just let it go
Man and mistake, like string and twine,
it is alright to repeat , do it twice.
Regretting my regrets , I put a smile on my face.
Not anymore, like red rags to a bull.
Potholes and traffic , I learned my pace
I drove this far, so it is at least half full.