step out of the river and look at it

from another window,
while reading a book
and smoking a cigarette,
I pity my past only. 

knowing I am in yours,
people experience tragedy and tears,
I like so many things,
and I can't stay still. 

one by one by one,
we are matchsticks
in between dominoes,
falling for flames. 

sturdy furniture for the future, 
our living needs room
to flow away from previous decisions
yet rejoice in the regrets.