Sometimes I wish that I hadn’t spent so much time

Wishing and dreaming when I was younger

Most of the dreams are now nightmares

And the wishes are heartaches that hunger

Maybe the mistakes were lessons to be learned

Looking back wistfully, I now realize

I know enough about fire to avoid being burned

Though tears no longer dampen my eyes

All the things I ever wanted were simple enough

Like the Greek king condemned as a leach

The tasks became arduous; the journey rough

As what I grasped for was just out of reach

I struggle and strive to forget the pain

Throwing myself into duties for which I don’t care

Everything to lose and nothing to gain

crushed by the weight of burdens not mine to bear

Yet still I dream of happiness someday

As though all the pain has been to fertilize

The joy that for years has been kept away

And soon will be mine to realize