Life is not as courteous as writers of fiction
You get no “ah-ha” moment
What really happens
when you make the wrong choice
is
you’ll probably never know
Once you make it
you make it
work
Now you can go further
Go further
down that road in the yellow wood
down that yellow road in the wood
to see what dreams may come
Like a kid at a circus
would you like the blue balloon or the red one, sonny
ponder (think carefully now, this is important)
and walk away
holding your decision by a string.
And when it pops
you won’t feel bad
because the red one
the red one would have too
wouldn’t it?
Perhaps it’s better than knowing
the grass really was greener
Life is much more courteous than writers of fiction