every thought

remains me

of a lost alternative

that might've played

better had I known

of its existence

and had courage enough

to pursue it

but it hasn't stopped

me from living each day

taking other routes

that themselves were

full of mischief and woe

because it doesn't matter

what you do

each day is a fresh start

each action engenders its own

fallout fortunate or no

and each evening is another night

of tears for some"what might have been"

that could have had anyone'd name on it

every thought

should tell you to give up the musing

and prepare for your next folly or fine achievement

and to know the difference





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