isnt it ironic, isnt it funny
how we find, that our hindsight is always 20/20
if we only knew now,
what we knew then,
would we have lived through it any how?
would we do it all over again?
our past is what makes us
who we are...
it is also what breaks us
it has sometimes...crossed a very narrow line
and has pushed us to far....
how many times have weve been on the brink
standing on a ledge
due to the insane thoughts, we sometimes think
that have pused us close to the ledge
yet it seems our pain, lasts each and every day seems to be much longer
whatever hasnt broke us, has indeed made us stronger
if we could reverse time and revisit our past
what would we change, of our past remains
what would we say to our former selves, what exactly would we do
if we changed just one simple aspect of us, just one simple thing
it has to be thought through
would it alter, and effect, the lives of me and you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem