Something hard to express

Walking down the streets

Stating the things passing by,

Expecting something hard to express,

But the way end with regrets.

Wanted to express but helpless,

Like the spriting winds,

The emotions seems endless,

But at the last end with regrets.

It's the feeling of securance,

Eradicates anxiety and illness,

The willingness popping out,

But totally end with regrets.