Hand Me Downs

I am beginning to regret my regrets.

I am repeating all of the words I have ever said,

like a broken record droning on and on,

In search of color in a sea of achromatic swans.

Inherently disappointed with what little I have found

as I tip-toe through secondhand stomping grounds.

I prepare for the worst

as I hope for the best.

For, this is not the first time I have ever felt blessed.

I know it will all end up someday fading away.

So, I just remind myself there is more to a night than the

impending day.