The Past is the Past is the Past

I'm crying out my mistakes
Looking back at all the paths i didn't take
Cause life is an ocean
But my motor is broken
It's time to go with tides
And watch my life pass by

Hang in the skies
As time passed me by
And watch as I fly with the wind
To places where I've never been
And tastes I've never tasted
In the moments I have wasted

To sway in the midnight hours
A beauty with all of her powers
A bird without its wings
With it's only pastime to hum and sing
No longer chained, no longer pinned
Slowly losing all its whim

And thoughts of flowing come too near
And thoughts of someone you once held dear
Flutter off with new grown wings
To better people, better things
To better places where you can take flight
And all before you say good night.