Ultimate understanding, the opaque has become clear The clouds are parting sides The sun shining through Trying to express regret for making raw opinions The ingredients combined Process never started Problems haunting everyone, bringing some to tear What to do with life? Unidentified meaning Information is my superior and I, its minion Thoughts form from others Chain reaction of observance Living on one side means knowing only one side Two sides to everything One side insufficient Your house is made of glass, transparently silent Hard not to look in Deriving own judgment My actions were wrong, I can no longer hide Must set things straight Nothing can linger Regret is what I express, knowing it is meant Here for you always Waiting as a friend