lost in the thoughts of the past
Wondering, "What if?" What if I had took
the other, less trodden down path?
Caught in the moment, I was swept along
I took it, the doorway, I didn't look back
but now on this doorstep, I turn and I look
Did I make the right choice?
There's no way of knowing. It's not like a book.
I can't flip ahead, look, and cheat.
Stuck in this moment, this doorway of time,
Indecision always my fate.