An Alternate Path by Oliver Fisher
What if some how? Could you see
A different side, of what could be.
A separate road with roots the same
But wind and time have lost its name
And time and choice will testify
This is the path. Its dest-deny
But out afar, on fields of plains
You are playing different games
If I wasn’t so, then you would be
And we would be. If we were so
But I wasn’t and now I am and you are you
Long lost prophecies, which soothsayers
Swore to be true. But my hands bear the scars of a player, not a winner.
Our winding roads may meet again
To tangle and mix and dilute again
For now I forget you exist again
You are you and I am me again.