Do you regret? I regret some stuff.
Not a lot. Not so much to fill a book.
But enough to fill a sentence.

I regret living in my head.

To disconnect from my head would be bliss.
To reconnect with earth would be bliss.

I called you a king.
Draped you in waking robes
and kissed your feet with misery,
I called you a king.

And you are that,
and I regret
rebelling.