Chains of Yesterday

 

More oft than not
in this imperfect existence
tis the sins of omission
that bite us in the ass

Trapped in the prison

of past repetitions

that strangle our best intentions

with mocking lamentations

of how things have always been

This chain of unfortunate events
that foresight and courage
could have prevented
has forced us yet again
into frantic scrambled reactions
that diminish
clueless cowards like us

in the end