17 September 2012
Maybe he'd been around too long
Perhaps his tales just weren't that strong
He wasn't really the giving up type
Did he think he couldn't match the hype
Did he think the pieces that he wrote
Were better burnt or cast afloat
Could he disappear into the night
When he had so much more to write
Maybe he'd show the crowd were wrong
For deep down he knew where he belonged
So with quill in hand and glint in eye
He thought I'll give it another try
He listened to his own advice
Never regret, no matter the price
Now there's just one thing to do
Bring back the scribe the crowd once knew
And maybe just for a little while
His words would make the people smile...
Never Regret • Opuss № I