No regrets

No regrets

Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m’est bien égal

In this fucked up game
Of life, love and middle age,
Of having been there and burnt
We circle each other like two wounded warriors
Ever so cautious not to expose our weak side,
The one that says I am vulnerable,
I want to trust you, but hell no, I can’t.
So we reflect on age and love and life,
And avoid the risk
Of heart succumbing to passion, of believing the fantasy, of braving the odds,
And get to live
Our life’s regrets.