Of regrets and musings.

Find me the fly,
that buzzed in my ear,
the wonders to come,
and the stories to hear.

Find me the wings,
that flew with the time,
and waves of despair,
that bristled the thyme.

Ask me to go back,
and hold the shiny sand,
the spirits of yesterday,
that take away my hand.

Give the calm,
soothe my heart,
drain away,
and kill the start.

Give me the end,
for its nearer,
I'm a coward,
and its always safer.

Judge me not,
I'm done,
I have nothing else to give,
except the truth to shun.