Eighteen years I've lived
And unto my family I've cleaved.
Without any regrets
Other than my regrets.
Could we possibly turn the hand of time?
And if we did, will we lose a dime?
'Cause I want no more regrets
Than my regrets.

Many a lot want to go back,
To put their lifes in track.
Some to make wrong rights,
Others to fight for their rights.
But for me its just more regrets,
Going back is a regret
And so is not going.
'Cause the changed will be coming To the future, as no one
Escapes mistakes, at least, each, one.

The past wasn't perfect,
How will the future be perfect?
Wondering when wonders will work,
I, Even I has the lost the time to talk.
Everyone has got on with life;
Some, together with their wife,
Some, alone in this land.
But I thrive to leave my feet on the sand,
Regardless of the past,
In focus of the future coming fast.
So, my regrets, I've put behind me
That I, may be a better me.

Toheeb Tiamiyu

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