a world figuring out who I am

Such are the choices and decisions we have to take
Sometimes looking into what may come
Our brains start to wonder
On the what ifs and the would haves
But in the end I ask
I s everything part of constant regrets
Dark and black memories lost in time
Lost in what we didn’t dare
On what we never said or did
If it is so I could only wish for more clues to affirm the statement
And make me realize for sure
About the idiot, about the fool, the blind, the jerk, the liar, the person and the soul I have
I am, I was, I will be unless I decide to change for the best
Such are the ideas and wishes
I have to take
Such are the ideas and wishes that haunt me

From the mind of Cogliostro