Regrets

I hope I don’t live

to regret having lived.

Some things are gonna suck,

though,

and for a long while,

but never so much

that “on” is too far to go.

As it so happens,

(don’t get your hopes up)

once in awhile

shit just comes up exactly that-

Shit.

When you’re up against an army of shitty luck,

things don’t get better or worse-

they implode.

Life’s hard; Get a fucking helmet

I don’t regret living.

As banal and superficially meaningless as that is to say,

I feel it’s an accomplishment.

There’s a never-ending onslaught

of negativity permeating reality,

at least there is from the right

(wrong)

perspective.

Daily,

hourly,

minutely…

ad infinitem.

Regretting the past is cake-

get ahead of the game

and regret what’s yet to come.

It’s gonna be worse.

Take chances on

whatever little things in life

give you shelter-

long shot,

no shot-

it makes no difference.

Just try.

Worst case scenario:

Everything’s still shit.