Better late than never, my attempt at 'time'.
Why is that when in distress
time becomes a tangled mess
of regrets and despair.
A piece of string that has no end,
knotted, twisted, bend on bend.
Boundless.
Frustration, anger, foolish pride,
grief, despair wrapped up inside.
Ceaseless.
Forced to attack with teeth and nail,
we tug and bite but to no avail.
The knots are tight.
If only we could pull apart
and trace the string back to the start.
Choose a different path.
Back to that moment, we had a choice.
Listen to a different voice
and pay attention.
Will time take us to a different place?
Or return full circle so we must face
the here and now.
Some nice lines in there and important questions raised. If we undid the knots and took a different path where would we be? What would we miss? Great existential musing
'Je ne regrette rien'- Lovely piece, its relative simplicity hides much to ponder.
I like the theme and observation/analysis
Love this one . For me captures how introspection, what ifs and focussing on how you got here risks missing what lies ahead. Worth waiting for!!