In the silent hours of night,
When the world rests, I wake,
Tracing shadows of choices past,
Regret’s soft whispers intertwine.
The echoes of roads not walked,
Haunt the corridors of my mind,
Promises left unspoken,
Dreams that faded with time.
If only moments could rewind,
A chance to paint new tomorrows,
But the sands of time slip through,
Leaving only the ache of sorrow.
Yet in this dance of shadows,
A lesson quietly unfolds,
To cherish the steps I take,
For each holds its own story untold.