Poezja

Like the road less travelled,
my mind wonders through paths
that could have been my life
had the other road been my choice that day.

Every twist and every turn
a memory of me
standing at the fork
with a choice being made.
Moments in life I cannot change,
but the choices and consequences
relived again.

Like a morning stroll on a cold winters day,
haunted by longing and regret,
I wish myself back
to the fork in the road
to right the wrong turns I've made.