*non dream* "sometimes you regret not doing something"

Things that I regret itch me on the inside That soft under side of the flesh aches from a perpetual bother Things said and actions passed Just little nuances – knats in my face The worst part might be the fact that I’m the one to notice An unnecessary addition, just a little too far I push the subject over the edge and try desperately to pull it back up But that catch is on a rope too long to see and my arms give out before it’s even worth it I should just drop it, try again later But if I knew what I was doing I wouldn’t be here writing Somehow if I write, the mental bother ceases That scratching on the inside becomes the scratching of this pen I haven’t written in a while. Not like this, not with a mean But something struck an old chord and I’ve picked it up again Just like dancing without eyes, I practice lyric without judgment It’s inevitable that my mind will wander It grows on fantasies and I don’t care to cut them down It may be harmful but it keeps me occupied Someday I’ll realize what I never knew and I’ll receive what I did not ask for