at times I wish my dad was alive
at times I wish I never drug my kids through so much
at times I wish I never sold my body
at times I wish I’d chosen a different road
at times I wish I could remember events, names, milestones
(I could go on)

but I think “wishing” is from hell
that leads me into regret
which the tears running down my face
would speak of

if anything was different
would I be the same

if anything was different
would I have my kids

if anything was different
would I be where I’m at

yes
wishing is definitely a temptation to regret

instead of focusing on what I don’t remember
I’ll live in the moment to create new memories

instead of crying for those below ground
I’ll weep for those needing help in front of me

instead of regretting what I walked through
I’ll pay attention to what I walk through

time is worth spending
not wasting

the past doesn’t matter
the future’s up to me
and the present is worth living