what if I’m waiting for something that will never come, what if I was not who I am, what if I never questioned
what if I don’t want to look on prospects drear what if I want to be the mouse, not man- who only lets the present toucheth thee, to not be a human that guesses an’ fears. What if I accept that even the best laid schemes gang aft agley, that often my whimsical dreams are to keep my actions at bay tucked under my hat, kept from leading me astray because after all Burns said, in proving foresight might be vain.
And maybe a humans life is what I was destined to get, but I will not be stopped yet, though plans may falter and not be met I will keep here set In my human form of pain and regret.