The World and I

I have lived my life many a time,
Spun years and years upon a day.
I have seen the joy I wished to see,
Yet all alone, these memories sway.

I have seen a sunset a hundred ways,
In varying degrees, every sky does yield.
Upon the see, these stories went,
And seldom missed a storm to field.

I have loved my loves, unwrote goodbyes,
Gave reason to myth not true.
Am I to expect an answer
For the things I did not do?