Burning

My life has been an adventurous misadventure
filled with every possible mishap and triumph.
Regret is a word I think of sometimes,
but don't used often.
Wishes are probable, but not likely to me.
I wish a lot though.
The days come and go like silence comes and stays.
And even when the words don't make sense
they still have a that ring in your ears.
They stay with you.
The people set you down and tell you
all the faults and failures.
But you shouldn't listen.
I don't.
I sit myself down and listen to myself.
Who's the harder judge?
God looks down sometimes on me I think, and cringes.
But maybe He smiles to.
But I wonder though, God, do you wish I was different?
Do you look down on me, asking ," Where are you going?"
I ask my feet the same question.
They carry more haste than my heart.
I guess my hearts learning to keep up though.
And while all the swirling city lights outside
never kept me awake,
the little light in the back of my head
keeps blinking
making for more sleepless nights
and burning questions.