Life

You only see the faults,
In what is over and done,
You waste the future pondering,
Over past and all that's gone.

How can you live your life this way?
What is there to live?
You're searching for security, you say,
But only if it exists.

Life is very precious,
Some would kill to have,
A life like you are wasting,
And time they never had.

I wonder what you'd say,
When your life is finished too,
What you should have done,
And what you should go back, and do.

If only I could do,
What I should have done,
I wish that you don't do the same,
For your life has just begun.