I spend a lot of time thinking,
about what’s yet to come.
I spend a lot of time thinking,
about what has happened in the past.
I spend a lot of time thinking
about what the world could be,
I spend a lot of time thinking
“What could I have done differently?”
What if I spoke during that silence?
Or perhaps didn’t speak at all.
What would have happened?
If it had happened at all.
I spend a lot of time thinking,
about how I would’ve felt now,
Would those burdens of guilt,
Still surround me now?
I spend a lot of time thinking
That it could’ve been different now.
But I also think about
How I wouldn’t have been able to think about that now.