I've no regrets as to how it went,
it's a relief when the time is spent;
my unintended, here's the letter that I never sent.
I gambled it all on a single shot
I found myself in an awkward spot...
this psychodrama, was that really the best that we'd got?
It was another time, another place:
my unintended caught me staring her full in the face,
...a close shave and a saving grace.
Call it bad karma or misplaced trust.
such a bright future awaited us,
my unintended, how we ground all our dreams into dust.
I've no regrets as to how it went,
it's a relief now the time is spent;
my best intentions couldn't change what the auguries meant.
I can't pretend I knew quite what I'd do;
though something's planned it
doesn't mean it's completely thought through
and accidental actions come our way
till unintended consequences are all we have left in the game.
In another's place I might have played a better hand,
all that's gone to seed but still I didn't understand.
In another time I'd reap such wild oats as I'd sown.
Oh, my unintended, where did our bright future go?