I’m curious about roads never wandered upon,
People left unseen,
The would haves,....
And what not’s,...
That make the world seem incomplete,
People left behind,
And left in front and side to side,
Paths not yet taken,....
And the one’s I’ll never venture upon....
People here and there,...
Life and its infinite number of possibilities,....
Each possibility a spark in the Cosmo’s,....
Producing different results,
Different would haves,
And what not’s,
Life to a different drum,
Different music whispering softly
Each spark a different song,
Changing how we play along,
Life in it’s infinite,
Playing an infinite tune,
Turning into an infinity,
In the realm of possibility.
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