Thinking about the past,
Musing about the future,
The present presenting a constant reality,
I have begun to see through my follies;
I screech, I rant - trying to deny,
But heart of hearts, I know I can't lie...
Being truthful to myself, isn't easy...
Trying to prevaricate, even harder;
Yet reflections are brutally frank,
The self-recriminations that follow hard to swallow,
I want to reform - to undo and redo things,
But remorse and self-reproach seem far too late for me...