I Lose Only Vision Every Yesterday Over Under Save All Vision

I don't regret, I don't feel guilty, But i'd sacrifice myself to then watch anymore people have to go 

Lose the ones that mattered most to them. It is a painful, heartfelt reckoning that must choose. 
On and on again with time that passes through that comes and go just hopefully no more will it. Visionary as always do we see and imagine the possibilities throughout, hidden within mind. Exemplary however the costs that come with positives and negatives cannot negate such over on. 

You have hope, hope that on goes on so far for as long as you can keep it going on for and time in. Orderly ones always rival to such chaotic in the world. Rot the chaotic, grip the Orderly. Rules. Under it all that seems why is it that peace is never forgiven but always given within form of it. 

Save all? Or only the ones that deserve it. What is chosen is not forgotten but always criticized to. A time where future becomes once of its very own past to be but not to be what is to be if it is be. Vision that blurs each time a new order is called. Because I have a heart I lust for all that you are.