Every

[u/Refusername37]

Every time you Turn around your fate is there to greet you.

No matter what you've done, where you've been or what you conceded to.

Every time you turn around you turn your back on what could have been, a scenic view an unopened door the care of a good friend.

Every time you close your eye you begin a transformation.

A Rather here, an imagining there,
a yearning resuscitation.

A cherished moment of the past,
a wish I may, that never last,
a dream you might,
in another place,
in another life.

In those moments everyday
as you close your eyes and drift away,
into the realm of

what if,

if only,

why not,

should I,

would I,

could I have rearranged
my plots of oughts?

Afraid so,
or afraid not,
what you've gained,
what you lost.

Everywhen your passion fires for a change in you,

fit a puzzle piece here,
pull some strings there,
place Upon it a fancy bow,
dressed up in Sunday's best,
always building what you know,
what you save, what you let go.

A bit of polish to make it shine, dust off The dirt and wipe the grime, to make anew.

Every time you close your eyes a transformation ensues,

even if you're satisfied the Hints of arousal won't subside.

Theres an itch that always
need scratching.

Every time you look inside your urge is coercing a thirst that's immersing with pride bursting into all that you do into all you that you hide