A brief poem about the future chances I did not take |
For all the creatures I once did love where art thou now? My decision to ignore and simply shove has lead thy future how? Think of the possible paths in which the man has less taken these supposed calculated maths of the path that's more shaken I may have taken the usual route be silent and eventually flee I have trudged an uncommon road of doubt to only reach a denial plea where art those stems that so thrived amongst my land for the ones that I loved but could no longer stand have they withered got up and bore? with another land that could withhold your chore or have they hidden among my border missing the love I thought was disorder what of those delicate flowers I once looked upon to nervous I'd shame the petals that they once did don have you spread your affection since? To grasp me again from my cold shoulder distance I tried to ignore at a time but sometimes as I find your garden my past does chime what of those chances I never took thinking them risky as my mind mistook so many possible futures now healed with sutures because I was too afraid that the chances would lead me to a lonesome shade but alas a difference that is no longer saw the truth that I did not take them lead to the supposed flaw again alone I am today for the captivating creatures that I could not sway |