Whether you’re ignorant or wise, I’ll come to you;
Like a storm on a sunny day, and stay with you for the rest of your life.
I’ll feed on circumstances, ignoring the intentions of your heart;
And slowly mix darkness, into your present and past.
You’d watch helplessly, your painting turn into a dull canvas;
The one which you started fresh, on a white colored glass.
You may write words of hope and try to open new doors;
But your book shall become like wet sand close to the sea shore.
I’d shine like the beam of light and make your vision blur;
Everytime you choose to drive your way back towards home.
You may wish to ignore me, but I’m real;
My name is Regret, who stayed all along in your neighbourhood.