Here’s something quite old but I’m also quite proud of.
At times I am left to wonder
About the lines drawn by Fate;
If, somehow, there was another
That could have borne a greater weight
And changed Its overall design.
Maybe some stars shined too bright
That I was blinded by their glare.
If, by chance, I found another light,
Perhaps I would have dared
To draw a map with it as my guide,
And redirect the course of the ships
To take me where I need to go,
A final promise upon my lips
To my adversaries who scorn me so
To take this chance and make it mine.
If, from the start, I had been this wise,
I would have gone a different way.
Only now have I come to realize
The part of me I have kept at bay
Is the one I chose to leave behind.