Pursuits and Bitter Ends

If I had one more chance

Would I do it any different 

Spent life nursing a splint

In my own mind

One life’s route

Leads to a wondering wind

Unwind and ask

If I could go back

Would I even attempt

To try again

Routes pursuits and bitter ends

Uncertain of this certainly

Pulled the curtain over my eyes

To no longer see

What could have become of me

On a different life plane

Under the sun 

Rather than the rain

How’s this engrained in my brain

A splinter in my fingertips

Touching my own lips

I wonder would I even be the same

This long journey spent

Out in the rain

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