What is Real...?

What is Real...?

I see but wonder if seeing is enough.
Is perceiving the same as seeing?
What about observing, is that the same s seeing?
My mind tells me that ending and beginning are the same.
How can I have a sense of regret and
a sense of joy at the same time?
I must compartmentalize. My decision to end
is based on certainty while the new beginning is based on hope.
Can I regret and hope at the same time?
I can’t regret the future, but I can’t hope in the past.
I’m confused by realities and possibilities.
My mind drifts like fog over a nondescript landscape
searching for that elusive answer.
I plead, I beg, I shout, I scream for the fog to clear
and that new beginning to rise up. But that
tether to endings past drags me back down
to that parade of mediocrity, drifting
without hope or regret.