There were many things I wanted to do.
Many I didn’t get the chance to.
How foolish I was, to think I didn’t have time
to believe I couldn’t switch at the drop of a dime.
Always loyal to what I started.
Never certain to leave what I had courted.
And, now that I sit above this world, an eternal spectator
I begin to reflect back and wonder.
Why had I, with my boundless skills,
sat still?
Once a kid, brimming of ambition,
reduced to solitary attrition.
Was it complacency, the failure to risk for something different
or was it the primal, short-sighted indulgence for comfort?