One life is not enough.
I waited for the rain to fall - missed the romance of the wet percussion of melancholy. Long lost friends are calling me home and beckoning To explore the possiblilities of what ifs? What thens? Looking over my shoulder into a watercolour of What was. So what? What's wrong with Fantasies of eternal yesterdays - they don't cloud The tomorrows, or cool the warmth of today. Do they?
Voices linger in the ear as words are planted fresh One life is not enough To explore the possiblilties to be, I'm still not sure I've really discovered me. I marvel at the path I've trod; the friends I've got And the amount of me that's past, I want it back, and what's infront. Oh, if time were but a ribbon into which I could tie knots, join the then with now, looped around the future, flowing, endless down.
One life is not enough To keep the friends I'd love to see Be in all the places I'd like to be Anxiety mounts at the decisions I've made What lay down those other roads? How cruel to grant a consciousness of possibility and mock infinite choice with but one opportunity Where would I be now had I chosen that route, This route, if I'd beaten the briars back on 'The road less travelled'.
I have no complaint of my current abode There are not potholes along this road But still I sigh, resenting just That one life is not enough.
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Synopsis
Written in June 2007
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