No regrets

We can sit and ponder
We can yearn for what's yonder
Tomorrow never comes
So why do we bother?
We offer ourselves up to the plate because we are fond of,
Who we are as person,
An empathetic blunder.
Flashes wriggle through our hearts
The immortal stain of ones thunder.
Questions that become a session only after we've plundered.
Well here's an answer
If we never ask ourselves, then the ignorance that lead us there will be our only comfort.
Behold the strength within that holds you stern and ready for the next conjuncture.
There's no simple phrase or case that can make a confliction be as warm as a jumper,
Just the inner relief that you can ask and decipher to heed an experience that might've jumped passed ya.
Hold tight be free and be honest to who you are by far,
you've become more than what you are,
Trust me life is sometimes appreciated by symbolical scars.