Oh, What Could’ve Been?

Oh, what could have been?
How I long for the moment
Of present years minus ten!

I dream of possibilities
And sit depressed and alone,
Losing what abilities
That once I used so much.

I should be moving on,
From days that have now gone.
But paralyzed by fear
Of failing while so near
To goals and hopes that the future may bring.

But I must be pushing forward
Where distant dreams do lay.
All in the hope that I learn from past mistakes.
The future, not the past, may bring the hope to me.
And this time when the challenge comes,
I know I will not flee.