#TheUntitledSeries, Part 1

All the things that could have been,
Gone in a haze of a wanting abyss
The decisions I took were definitive of my bliss
A bliss that was fleeting, in haste I reminisced
Of the parts of me that were, the parts of me I keep.

I try to catch a breath, but I'm lost in this rat race
Rekindling a fascination I once had,
A recreation of my ideals,
a romantic tale of what could be,

She said I was lost, but I didn't take heed
The pleas the petitions, my mind fleeting
Lost in a haze of my transgressions
I heave and rave, carrying on
In perpetuation of my predicament.