It's bright and rosy,

I've won the prize,

Then a thought emerges,

Of plans undone,

I spiral out and down this hole,

Gathering speed of regrets and sins,

Could I really be up high and down at once?

Is life really unfair that such can happen?

Or am I overthinking what could emerge,

To stop living the best I can.

Can I remember to stall my regrets,

And embrace all that was in my past this day,

So that I can live and climb up this hole.