The long and sleepless nights
When all the mistakes appear
and have their say
and deny me sleep

The long remorseful days
when is realized only after
what I wished I’d said
how I wished I’d done

All these I turn against myself
The mind suffers the nights
and drags through the days
Where is to be found comfort
where is to be found rest

Yet…
who beats themselves up who did not just learn a thing
who has conscience and does not hear it speak
who has eyes and does not see all sides
who has courage and finds only satisfaction

It is backwards
The easy rest
What chance lies there to make better
It is in the discomfort that is what is learned
what would be steered toward…
Tomorrow
and the tomorrows to come