The question of “what if” plays rampant in my brain
Rolling around unbridled, like an runaway train
Those gone by moments I wish I could change
Just a few of my choices, it would be no big thing
Surrounded by opportunities and chances I missed
Makes me believe that my life could be better than this.
To the left are my regrets, missed chances to the right
Straight ahead a longing for the could have might.
But then who would have done the things that I did,
like married my wife or been the dad to my kids?
Who would have been there in those moments so dear,
When life hung in the balance and death was so near?
Who would have stayed up for all those late night talks,
And who would have gone on those evening walks,
Yes, if I made a choice different, my life would not be mine,
And in spite of all those lost choices, I think I turned out fine.