A.N.
This poem is a little bit more direct, and a little shorter... Let me know what you guys think
Laying on my bed,
I let myself dream
Of all the things
That I could have been
I wish I could go back
And have changed myself
Forget the past
Put it away on a high shelf
I missed the opportunities
That were given to me,
Left them for tomorrow
But I would never go back and see
There were so many roads for me
But I stayed on my path,
Afraid that I'd pick the wrong one,
One that never would last
As I lay on my bed now,
I hope for dreams
Where I was accomplished
And I was me
