Life of regret

I could burst out laughing,

I could rust out longing,

I can feel my head pop out,

If I don’t stop this endless thoughts.

I am in this state of disgrace,

Feeling cold, tired and regret,

I am not the soul once I sought,

Only if I could become the thoughts I once thought.

I was known; life was to be short,

I was told—make it to shore,

Yet I was sold and my hopes undone,

Only if I had followed my heart.