Wistful of talents I do not have, and places I have not been. But then I remember,
Time is limitless if I choose it to be.
So many choices, decisions, prospects, endless opportunities. And while others experience, I flounder.
In the inbetween state, tiptoes up to the edge but not daring to jump, not yet.
Scared of what truth the idealised holds in store for me.
I am to find m self in the embrace of a lover, skin to skin. Or in a high so high the sighs of my yesterdays are forgotten. Or am I to find myself always expecting, craving more.
Craving I had choosen different choices, made different decisions, followed different prospects.
All these endless opportunities, but here I stand afraid. Afraid to chance regret. Afraid to chance wasted time. Afraid to chance.