my thoughts wander and meander
into wistful daydreams of days longs past

would I still be me, if my choices lead me down
other paths?

would I still be writing these words on a page,
if I was born into a different family?

then like an ice cold water to my face,
I awake to the reality of my life.
wistful dreams are nice to wonder about,
but I'd rather live in here and now.