Looking Back

Looking back
I seem to miss many precious moment
Which I should appreciate

Looking back
I never seem to care
Those whom I ought to care

Looking back
I always take thing for granted
Which I miss later on

Looking back
I know I did something wrong
Which I regret

Looking back
There is so many things to be done
Which I did not bother

Looking back
Time had passed
Which I now sit forlonly

Looking back
Thinking deeply
At everything

Looking back
Is everything really that important
Which shaped me today?

Looking back
What will actually happened
If I make a different decision

Looking back
The question is actually simple
Am I who I thought I am?