Speculating Our Regret

You feel the fluttering of thoughts, like dead leaves in the fall.
Rotting logs on the ground, insects and scavengers crawl.
Not unlike the regret that plagues your brain.
The cool autumn mist impairing your range.

Unsettling and unnerving choices keep crashing.
Not unlike the nature that's struggling and thrashing
You're trying to stay calm and collected.
Though the frost is impending, your decision redacted.

Life isn't as seamless, just like the four seasons.
Things go smoothly then change without reason.
I find myself feeling filled with remorse.
Trying to change and give myself recourse.

But you, like me will never truly grasp.
Why things don't really change and we're shoved down this path.