Ensnared in my regrets, I see…

Ensnared in my regrets, I see
A bitter face looking back at me
The face is my own, and the bitter is too
And my regrets ensnaring me is nothing new
But something is rising—or rising again
My strength is returning like a long lost friend

Like a long lost friend who has shown up too late
Who can only observe the unrolling of my fate
And sit helpless, restrained, watching through glass
As I attempt to stand, and then fall on my ass
Again and again, and again and again and again
Just beyond the reach of the help of my friend