The Etiquette of Regret

by The Cowl Editor on September 17, 2020


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by Sam Ward ’21

One misstep now I’m missing time.
My sun just rose but I’m losing light?

That pie is  halfway done
and under baked,
I’m overwhelmed?
What’s the answer if I question myself?

The force that animates life only moves forward.
So, salute the skies like a kite, soldier.

Rest or unrest, it’s all entropy.
So, trust or don’t trust your own recipe.

A kept tongue is a slit throat
‘Cause your wisest thoughts are never spoken.

One misstep now I’m giving time.
The sun just rose but I closed my eyes.