Were there reasons enough not to turn back?
To walk through paths varied, most un-appreciate?
Pushed my dreams undreamt, my deeds undone
To memories, desiring to fade, on a struggle painful
Spoken unspoken words, futile, take them apart to dissect
Forgiven, moved on, difference unknown or is there any?
Reasons that bind me to times bygone, ahead, yet in past
In a vacuum, incompleteness they hold me why relentlessly?
And I muse on....
