To all my missed opportunities, my failures, my true suns (achievements?)
All those roads that have simply passed me by
To all those boats I’ve missed, and my sleepless nights
To everything that I have failed to be
To the misunderstandings, the lies, our silences
To all those moments I thought were being shared
To those things we voice out too quickly to actually mean them
To those conquests I never dared
To our missteps
Those lost years trying to resemble, in vain
To all the walls I wouldn’t have known how to break
To those things I failed to notice yet close to me, so very close
To those things that would have been better left ignored
To the world and its suffering, that doesn’t overwhelm me anymore
To the solo notes that I did not invent
To all those words that others have rhymed and that slay me
As many as all babies born
To our missteps
To the failed romances guilty of having loved too much
Faces and laces that have only ever been grazed
To the betrayals that I don’t really regret
To the living that we would rather have dead
To all those things finally happening to us, and are yet too late
To all the masks that we have had to fake
To our weaknesses, our forgetfulness, our despair
To those fears that we just cannot escape
To all our missteps