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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