A Miasma Of Maybes

A Miasma Of Maybes

It’s like I’m falling through

a vortex,

being sucked backwards

into a vacuum

of time.

So many moments

when I can say,

‘What if...?

and flounder through

a miasma

of multiple ‘maybes’.

What would have happened

if I had given a

different response,

turned back

instead of surged forward,

or taken another fork in the road

of life?

Maybe it was all written out

in the hand of

fate

and I could not have altered

the path of my life,

no matter what choices I made.

What’s the point?

For there is no way that I can

turn back time,

and perhaps it would be better

to exist in the

here

and the now;

but it’s so hard to break

the spell

of possibilities,

and to turn my back on the

obsession

of remembering,

of wondering

and instead focus my attention

on the present.