How Was I Suppose to Know
How was I suppose to know that time was not unlimited?
That the sands in my hourglass sifted through my fingers,
As I played with life, never living it as I should have.
How was I suppose to know that love was fleeting?
When that love was given time and again to the wrong people,
And never to be received back.
How was I suppose to know that looking back was a danger?
As it made me sad, depressed and ashamed in myself,
For not giving all I had to my life to save my soul.
How was I suppose to know that regrets are like knives in the heart?
It’s too late to make those moments count,
Not only to yourself but to others.
How was I suppose to know that dreams are made to happen?
Only if you keep them in sight as you walk toward them,
Not when you forget them as you drift through life.
How was I suppose to know that all these things would make me ponder?
So I will work towards those dreams and forget about regrets.
As I have some time left and I’m not dead yet.