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.
