"Revel in the dead. They are our future shown as our past."

If I look back would I have any regret?
Would I be ashamed of the things I seem to forget?
Would I fall asleep in the reading of my life?
Or would the excitement be causing all of my strife?
All these questions and riddles,
Are simply just violins and fiddles.
Producing a sweet and beautiful sound,
That keeps my feet tapping forward along the ground.
Notes held not for rhyme nor for reason.
Held so long it could mistaken for a treason.
Revolting against each resonating vibration.
Purpose in this life screams forth a revelation.
Not fully covered not quite ready to be seen.
These visions of the past make the future sparkle and gleam.
Asking these questions in their proper time.
Can produce music in which the universe finds rhyme.

Revel in the dead and remember the past.
The hold the future eternally in their tight grasp.
Again I'll wonder if I'll have any regrets.
This time about the things I could never possibly forget.
The day will surely come that I sit old and gray.
Some time later I'll grow mold as I slowly decay.
I see all this and have not a fright.
Instead I smile, beaming full of delight.
So much knowledge and life acquired in the short time I've had to live.
So much more knowledge and life I'll soon be able to give.
Three choices have I existing in this space.
First I may leave and find a "bettter" place.
Or I can die wallowing in disgrace.
Instead I look toward happiness with a smile on my face.

{T}