A thing I needed to jot down.
Die without yours and live good.
One dies because he thinks he should.
The Kindred some times hear, then crow!
Let them listen first so they know.
Might one grasp their heart or run away in fear?
One must see first. Its fast, it disappears.
Gone will be regrets and doubt
Quicken your ears and regret more than you bow out.
Doubt for your life can sometimes last
Be cunning more, so you don't fall too fast.
But don't look for what could have been, spite yourself or run again...
The tangibility of regret is in all domains.
One more has hidden but life will remain.
Die without yours and live great!
Because when one man dies,