It's just a Tuesday?
In May 2014.
I searched my plane the other day,
Looking for something,
I could not find.
Maybe it's lost, deep within my mind.
So I searched my car instead,
Finding nothing of what I seek,
Only old papers and a receipt,
No message was left there for me,
So I continued searching,
For the thing I seek.
I checked out my pants back and front,
Even checked my shirt and coat.
Finding it will be far too remote for me,
So I will have agree,
It's true, what they say about me?
There's just no regret to be found in me.
How lucky is that?
Would you not agree?
I made a bucketful of mistakes.