The Sadness
My thoughts stray to things that were,
things that will never be.
Moments where a turn was took,
which changed reality.
I’m haunted by the memories,
of futures past away
Lost in the fantasy,
that maybe things can change.
It seams every day gone by,
takes me further down this road.
In which my life is sundered,
from my love betrothed
Haunted by the memories,
of futures that never were,
the maybe’s and could have beans’.
The spectral ghosts of yore
As I look into this future,
carved by my own hand,
shall I walk the road with head held high?
Or just stop where I stand?
Haunted by the memories,
of futures I have lost.
In my heart in imperishable crystal,
face’s of the past.
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