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.