This is the last of the Vacation Collection poems, and it carries on some of the same themes from (Future). This one, however, looks more at the conscious and unconscious choices I make every day of life. I've always wondered how my life would be different if one small thing changed, like going into a different store one day, and what could happen. This poem explores that, and sees the future more as the product of choices whose consequences we're ignorant of right now.
August 14, 2019
In the midnight of the soul, there's time to contemplate
How differently your ship could wreck if you listened once to fate
The way things are is only here because you surrendered first
Like a sailor lost at sea, you finally gave in to the thirst
Each time you walk another block, the echoes hunt you down
Of choices made and traps laid in another part of town
The straight and narrow line can make you lose your balance fast
And trip into some future that otherwise would be the past
Should I just take a shortcut, or still walk the extra mile?
Perhaps my future best friend's hanging in the clothing aisle
That girl who held the door could be my president one day
And I'd love to be the first man, but I'm forced to turn away
Ignore them all you want to, but by my age you will find
You drag a deathly chorus of your choices far behind
Just run from gnawing doubt like an eternal game of tag
Where losing leads to death, and even winning is a drag
Please break my bonds, for I've cinched them tight
Try to drown me in ponds, but the witches were right
No man born of woman can force a happy, red dawn
I am in blood stepped in so far that I must carry on
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