The only regret that comes to mind are all the places waiting to be found that I won't ever make it to.
I've done my best.
No reason to feel any regret.
I can't count how many times everything felt old and stale. I can't count how many times it became renewed.
I have said I seek paths but maybe it isn't so. They always are looking for me.
Just me and the kami standing in this alcove. My car has taken me far and wide. I will truly be sad when I have to let it go.
Who will carry on where I leave off? Who will nurture what so many others simply left?
My sentiments ooze like the slippery algae. How much more of it can you stand before you fall off?
I don't care about legacies or who carries on my history. Yet, those who wish to take part I will most definitely oblige.
Not even the graves are spared from garish plastic vases. So much for sanctity. The future worries me.
Leave nature to decorate. It's so much better that way.
I don't know who is going to understand me and what I feel.
I'll be fine as long as life continues to be nothing more than real.