Now is made up of a million past choices
Of words we said that opened hidden doors
Of words left unspoken that indirectly closed them
Of leaps into the dark with a miraculous landing
Of tiny steps in broad daylight leading to free-falling.
Not a soul among us would refuse an offer to go back
To say the words, take the leaps, close the doors,
But even if we could, dear soul, would we trade today?
Maybe we could rewrite our stories without pain
Rearrange the stars to align in our favor
But would life carry the same meaning to us
Without the errant turns and heartbreak?
Maybe life is less of a product of our actions
And more of an interactive learning space
Where all roads lead us back to now.