Regrettably

No point in dwelling on regret
For misadventures long ago
It may be better to forget
Live in the now, and take it slow

But I still remember all the times
That I cancelled common sense
Indulged in some blatant crimes
For which I now have scant defense

But I was, it seems, fully insane
Now I'm still not sure what may be real
And my soul carries a lasting stain
My own regret, or Satan's seal.