NOSTALGIA...(MY FIRST ATTEMPT)

When I walk down the memory lane,
I think about many things that went in vain..
When I wake up,with morning blues,
I regret that earlier I was glued…
To the things I never wanted to say,never wanted to do…
Words that earlier seemed too easy to frame ,
Now those are the ones from whom I refrain…
Now I am sitting alone,
Thinking about where to move from here..
To make my future bright ,
Is the only thing in my sight…
Not many paths to move on,
Yes there’s only one where I belong..