which belong to choices
that belong to desire,
every chance is another life.
following a different career,
undoing old breakups,
realizing new dreams,
regrets and wishes are abundant.
would any other lives
truly be better?
question the answers first
before mowing the grass on the other side.
always tomorrow,
always yesterland,
never now, because of fear
and foreshadowing.
the future does not exist,
only the game between birth and death,
where we hide inside ourselves,
trying to realize time is God yet not real.
this is why I wait
on a tattooed bench
in the center of my elegant universe
for love to return because that's all that matters.