In the coolness of the night,
I sit and wonder why.
I think of roads not taken
And of songs unsung.
I hear stories that were never told,
And feel love never given.
In that chilliness, there I lay,
Watching stars twinkle solemnly.
Not sure who's watching whom,
I feel them scolding me for all I could have been,
Wrapping me with dreams that won't come true.
Making me see in all that darkness,
All that I have lost,
Showing my shame to all.
Sparing noting.