WRONG TURNS

Why I took that road,
the Good Lord knows.
The path lay before me long and broad,
and I followed it blind to see where it goes.

Often I glance back before taking another step,
stopped by a heavy shadow, always close behind,
of what was lost and what was kept,
what was mine and what I'll find.

I hate them, these endless opportunities.
How am I to chose only one thing
when each unlived life is the swelling of deep seas?
Now I must swim; swim until I see green.

#21.

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