What if the could have been's and maybe's
had happened like we'd hoped
And the Junctions where we staggered down
had all been blocked and roped
Then our paths would be diverted
to that place wherein we dream
Where everything is wonderful
but nothing's as it seems
Protect me from those sometimes
when my reality implodes
And walks me down those lonely lanes
to explore those mine field roads
Where the should have been's are endless
there's nothing to be gained
By wishing for what might have been
can only leave you maimed
No matter where your mind runs free
or what your heart desires
Don't be fooled by that golden glow
you'll burn in hells hot fires
So stay your hand and rest your mind
the past can't be unwritten
Love each new sun that lights your day
and don't ever think you're quitting
You're not. You're just a dreamer like all the rest of us.
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