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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Don't Know Regrets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Choices laid and voices paid lip service worth Rolls Royce’s plate<br>And everywhere I went today someone offered up something to say<br>On my behalf, how I behave<br>Are you master? Should I be slave? <br>Are you the life? Am I the grave? <br>How the hell can I live my life this way? <br>That’s not an option that I want to try<br>To be the bee, with you as the hive<br>For me to see the world through your eyes<br>I’d rather climb a tower and dive<br>Onto a windshield just like those bugs<br>Or swim in sand dunes without nose plugs<br>I operate my life like a doctor <br>In the moment and with no scrubs <br> <br>Some decisions though that I made <br>Weren’t the best that I could’ve made<br>But it was either I go or stay <br>And the opportunity knocked with the pay<br>So if you want to hate me that’s fine<br>That won’t make or break me in time<br>As long as I’ve got my ducks in line<br>Late bills won’t overflow on my mind <br>Though I loved you more than I could explain<br>And did my best to be your best mayne<br>I can’t forget you always kept blame<br>Reserved for me like some plane checks aimed<br>At my sunshine, so I blessed the rains<br>When clouds rolled in, the strain of stress came<br>To snowball me like winter X-Games <br>Are you less vain? I hope yes dame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No second thoughts over what’s been lost<br>That’s the price happiness costs<br>No looking back on roads never traveled <br>Like mysteries by now unraveled<br>What I went through back then is buried<br>Regretting the past means future worries<br>No fear of what I can’t hope to change<br>It was meant to happen so I don’t complain<br>This world spins and it’s always one-way<br>If I were God, I’d make Monday Sunday<br>I’m not so I’ll stay out on the on runway<br>Til the reaper man tells me to come play<br>To show me all the cool lives I’ve lead<br>How in all of them I wound up dead<br>I’ll really have only one regret<br>If I don’t use my last breath to laugh at death</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=P.R.+Prosper">P.R. Prosper</a><div class=q>
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And everywhere I went today someone offered up something to say
On my behalf, how I behave
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Are you the life? Am I the grave? 
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