Through the Looking Glass
I peer through the glass
and see all the moments in the past.
Looking back on what could have been.
I try to imagine and pretend.
So young and unaware of lifes outcomes.
To be happy and without worries.
To be unchanged by the choices we make.
If only I knew which road to take.
Which road would have led to success and happiness?
Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2012
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