So many regrets,

Yet, so much delight.

With the myriad of people I've met

I feel it's alright.

Each road comes to an end,

Every river merges with the sea.

Could've made some amends,

Guess that's life, we'll let that be.

I feel hot yet so cold inside,

Cry and smile at the same time.

It seems a part of me has died,

I hope to live again, is it a crime?

I've travelled far enough,

Yet wish to walk some more.

I'll admit it has been rough, but

Is it the end of my lore?