Regretting My Regrets Poem by deepak haridas

My posture is straight and arms on the wheel
but eyes on the rear with a guilt feel.
Imagining it different
where I could have been

Out came the noise of an eloquent breeze,
leaning behind, I watched my thoughts.
While it tried to distract me
I sit back and observe, untying the knots.

It puts me on auto pilot,
day dreaming what could have been.
Did I imagine it differently,
same canvas but a random scene?

It fades with reality but lets us grow,
Make peace with it,just let it go
Man and mistake, like string and twine,
it is alright to repeat, do it twice.

Regretting the regrets, I put a smile on my face.
Not anymore, like red rags to a bull.
Pothole and traffic, I know my pace.
I drove this far, so it is at least half full.