What could have been,
What should have been,
Sometimes seem more appealing,
Than what is
The roads untravelled,
The dreams never sought,
The desires compromised,
Sometimes take their toll.
Who would I have been,
If what could have been,
Had been.
Would I still be writing this poem,
Wondering,
What would have happened,
If I had taken a different turn
Or, would I be just writing different lyrics,
And try to have them fit
On the same old music?
I guess,
There would always be A road untravelled,
Or a poem left abandoned, unfinished
Stories ending before they could begin,
The mystery behind the what could have beens.
So, this is a shout out,
To all the lives I'll never live,
And the people I'll never be,
But where I landed,
And who I'm,
It is up to me,
To make it worthwhile,
And I reckon,
It is still a feat
Worth celebrating
'Cause,
As appealing,
as the roads untravelled might be,
Nothing beats the experience
And the excitement,
That the roads we travelled have brought
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
What could have been,
What should have been,
Sometimes seem more appealing,
Than what is
The roads untravelled,
The dreams never sought,
The desires compromised,
Sometimes take their toll.
Who would I have been,
If what could have been,
Had been.
Would I still be writing this poem,
Wondering,
What would have happened,
If I had taken a different turn
Or, would I be just writing different lyrics,
And try to have them fit
On the same old music?
I guess,
There would always be A road untravelled,
Or a poem left abandoned, unfinished
Stories ending before they could begin,
The mystery behind the what could have beens.
So, this is a shout out,
To all the lives I'll never live,
And the people I'll never be,
But where I landed,
And who I'm,
It is up to me,
To make it worthwhile,
And I reckon,
It is still a feat
Worth celebrating
'Cause,
As appealing,
as the roads untravelled might be,
Nothing beats the experience
And the excitement,
That the roads we travelled have brought
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