Missed Chances

When I think of all the missed chances-
The challenging, ambiguous glances-
I feel a great sense of loss.
My mind aches and my memory crawls
Along the remnants of my yellow walls,
And I can't count the cost.

I see all of the abandoned opportunities
In the bustling, lively communities.
And the broken, fading tracks.
All of the beautiful neglected places-
The open, unentered races.
And I can't face the facts.

Great chunks of life are totally missing
And it's only the shadows that I'm kissing,
And my birthright is gone.
I deceive myself with the scales of imagination-
The silhouettes of glory and the phoney adulation,
And the days are far too long.