The Purposeful Regret of a Man who clings to his Death as a means of Making It Through the Day without Milk

I Made Four Mistakes: I ignored my friends, I stayed when I should have gone, I thought when I should have done, I never tried to make amends.

I made three mistakes: I passed on what was there, I thought I was less than the rest, I forgot I had dreams to share.

I made two mistakes: I got lost on the way, I didn'y care about the next day.

I made one mistake: I never told you that I think about you when I'm asleep and awake, that my silence causes my months to ache. My days are a three out of ten raised to a four when I spy you from afar, never to fly above five because I am silent of a passion I'm sure you share, call me an idiot, it's harsh but fair.