I bore my woes with thoughts of motivation,
though I knew I might fail.
Like a cloud that hovers over me,
for the moment I will let it pass.
Soon it cried out for my attention,
making me to look back at my regrets.
Mistakes are meant to teach,
yet we still make the same mistakes.
Over time my clouds
become moist and heavy,
they begin to cry and release,
in the end I feel no more regret.