The Paradox Overpass

There can be no better timing
for the words of forced rhyming
and perhaps, it’s me, griping
of the inner todays unwinding:

the yesterday that could’ve
been, the today that should’ve
stilled tomorrow, and would’ve
still been is all that I have;

but when this today is done,
as the sun completely sets,
I will not dare to say I’ve won,
all the same, I have no regrets.