Misty visions.
Visions
of what
might
have been.
Foggy horizons,
futures
that will
never be.
Visions
of people
that might
have been,
that I’ll
never meet.
Places that
I’ll never see.
Potentiality
that never was!
Decisions made
paths traversed
that never were.
In a quantum
haze we live.
Potential vibrates
all around.
Alternate worlds
never to be
explored.
In my dreams
I’ve seen a
few.
All the people
I never knew.
I wonder where
I’d be today
if I chose
to go a
different way.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 17th, 2019 05:57
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 15
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.