Man who didn't try.
Stuck in ifs and why,
Train left the station
And you stood watching
Instead of hopping on.
The song was ready,
Guitar was tuned.
The song didn't materialize
As you chose not to sing.
A perfectly ruined thing
Is the one didn't get
Any taint or bruise.
So afraid of the wound,
Stood infront of the mirror
All life, glorifying one's
Flawless skin.
But the mirror only
Amplifies what you hide.
How do you escape
Your reflection that lies?