Far over control

   I was pretty positive that I was in control. At least, as much as I could get in my conscious jurisdiction. Old days had gone and fresh new start began with not so long ago, as far as I was concerned. But that is not the case all the times. I frequently have breaked my sincere oath in the absence of specific reasons to be furnished. I lost my control over undefined causes, which made me feel sorry later on. No regrets is merely a word, defined for an abstract purpose. Even I talk to myself this sentence a few times, I am not fully relieved from agony of regret. 

   Nobody is perfect. Which doesn't do any good as much as I have expected.