…thoughts…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Theres a window out of my dreamed paradise
I couldn’t pay its reality, for the price, it wasn’t wise
Even if not too crazy, it didn’t match my heart
I wanted it badly, but it was missing a special part
Now, the path is gone, overgrown with decisions apparently needed
Heaviness follows me with “maybe’s”, after expected reactions proceeded
Nothing new with outcomes anyone could clearly see
Decisions to make are good, or bad, both free
We repeat lessons we don’t learn the most
So, again, I’ll lay down, & talk to another ghost
Repeating personal history
It’s predictable, but, in a way, still, a somewhat mystery