Second Chances: A Sonnet

We scratch our heads in wait of what to say,
And only know the words when the time has passed.
We're always sure tomorrow, but wrong today,
Our lives missed opportunities amassed.
Shores flooded by each moment here and gone,
We're stranded, lonely islands—castaways.
We hope for second chances with the dawn,
Imagining the spoils of future days.
If only we rehearsed each moment first,
If lines were practiced once before the show.
Your eyes would tear, my God, your hearts would burst!
You'd be in utter awe of what we know!
What? If we had another chance, you would too?
That's true.                                        Hmm.
We need another day to think this through.