I thought I knew the man I had become
Within the defining moments of my life.
A brief despair followed by compassion,
Deep breaths swirling through my strife;
If knowledge of reality is amiss to us all
Then thinking obviates the reason to cry.
Sad people chuckle at unfortunate lives
While the happy let loose an ominous sigh.

Yet every day whispers a new thought
And every thought inspires my choices.
But now I'm realizing twenty-four hours
Holds fewer choices than useless voices.
So, at what point do I see my errors?
Which day might define my existence?
The answers elude me, vapors above me,
Reckless to capture without assistance.