What is regret?
Is it the pain, the sorrow,
Or is it feeling incomplete,
Of not doing something that should be done?

I don’t believe in regrets,
In a world that have pills for regrets.
What is done is done,
What is complete cannot be changed.

There is no time machine,
To travel into the past,
To change every mistake made,
To make things better.

So what is this regret?
Is it looking back into the past
Wanting to change everything?
How about the present?

The present,
Filled with no regrets.
Such a thing does not
Exist in the road ahead.