Mistakes

Mistakes

Those 
Pickpockets
Of
Illusion,
The
Disappointers, 
The
Too
Lates,
The
Forgetters, 
Yes,
Them
All.
They
Walk
Beside
Me,
Indeed,
They
Are 
Me.
Yes, 
Yes,
Regret
Is
Futile.
We
All
Fail
Our
Hopes,
I know.
I make
Do,
And 
Tell
Myself
Those
Transparent
Ghosts
That
Follow
Me,
That 
I see
Everywhere,
Are
Only
A 
Trick
Of
The 
Light.