When I think of
All that could have been
All that has not been
A twinge of regret
A catch of breath
A pang of gasp
Shoots through
And stops me
Dead in my tracks
I can neither look back
Nor can I look ahead
Left wondering as I am
What I could have done
Differently
That could have made
Some difference
And yet I realize
Life can only proceed
As it should
And not as
You want it to
And when into this
Mélange of thinking
I mix in
My philosophical musing
It makes for
A heady cocktail
That makes me dream
On and on
With bemusement
And a wish
To not exist at all.
Know Thyself 