The Stone
My life is set in stone. Will it ever change? What have I missed? What could have been?
All the paths not taken, All the roads not travelled. What waited for me, Had I chosen them instead?
Am I happy as I am? Like stagnant water, Never moving. Always the same.
Or am I just wishing? Wishing for things that will never be? Can I change the stone now? Dare I change it now?
Do I really want to change what’s written? All these questions shall remain unanswered. For fear keeps me stagnant. Fear of change, fear of life. Fear of myself.