The USS Quad Damage

Regret is like a filter

That colours all of your endeavours

I’m not a poet

I wish I was

I could write a haiku

Maybe a limerick.

I wonder why I can’t.

[EDIT: This post doesn’t meet the minimum character count, so here’s Muse singing “feeling good”]

Birds flying high

You know how I feel

Sun in the sky

You know how I feel

Reeds driftin' on by

You know how I feel

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Thank you.