No Regrets?

May your regrets evaporate 
beneath our brilliant star
and the reign of achievement return.

Every moment,
your old self vanishes,
every night you die a greater death
and arise anew.
A once crippling course
is your motivating force;
regret is beautiful,
it is clay of greatness.

Then a different name 
for ancient rivers
and a new current to tame.

 

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