Early on, there's a point to
regret:
In creative pain, one can make changes.
Grief is a wild, foolish, helpless rebellion,
Heart against stone, desire smashing against
The locked fact, the impenetrable event,
Yielding nothing but the wash back into
life.
For one who grieves, there's no
point to regret:
One lives through pain, it's not a time for changes,
Undoing in one's heart what one must accept in life,
Repositioning the precise stones one smashes and smashes
against.
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Audio and Video Music: E Minor Prelude. By Frederic Chopin. Music free to use at YouTube.