When I think about it Overlooking the regrets Weighing the past options The things that we forget Could it have been different Skipping past the hurt Touching on the loving Everything else inert Focusing on the passion A band aid on the mars Doing all required Catching the brittle stars Disappearing magic Evaporating dreams Vanishing of feelings Going to extremes Pushing for more options To keep us on the track Alternatives way too limited There is no going back