Twenty five years
A quarter of a century
What if someone had told me where I would be now?
Would I have even believed them?
A new high school graduate
Ready to conquer the world
So many plans, so many dreams
So many forks in the path, so many detours
Nothing ever turns out as planned
What if there was a way to turn back?
Maybe I could pursue those forgotten dreams
Take steps to get back on my original path
But what blessings would I miss?
Those which I can never give back now
My story has not turned out as planned
But sometimes those are the best ones.