Hindsight versus Insight…

I have perfected hindsight,

Things I have done that I cannot change,

Are perfectly well seen even without light,

Some things I have done I really wish I could exchange…

Observing the self,

With insight I see very little,

This inability has unfortunately made me quite brittle,

Even for myself I have found I can only but belittle,

When I try to observe inside, I shiver and shake,

I get all nervous and anxious and from my lips flows spittle…

Hindsight on the other hand,

I do for the most part understand,

But why must I see how bad I can be,

After the fact, can I not get in touch prior?

I mean isn’t that what being mature supposedly does inspire …?

          © ed ` 6/22/05