I Contemplate

 

 

I contemplate at times

The things I have never done
And wonder what the consequences
And discoveries might have been.
I do not consider with regret
But only with wondrous curiosity
At the paths that might have been
The journeys that may have begun
The triumphs and tragedies
That may have marked the landscape
Of my travels as I pressed on
The what ifs that never were
The questions never answered
The adventures never undertaken
The outcomes forever lost from view.
I do not feel sorrow…
Only curious.