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If chosen a different route, made different choices, would our lives necessarily be any better? Are our lives destined to be the way they are, regardless?
Submitted:Jan 29, 2013 Reads: 36 Comments: 9 Likes: 1
Sitting alone with my screen
I digest what might have been
Each scenario, I’m not keen
As conjure every latent scene
Tragedy, though undefined
Flitters through my cluttered mind
And I find that I’m resigned
To be defectively designed
Grass greener on the other side
Inconclusive choice of ride
And today, as slip and slide
Still the truth I can’t decide
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