Wouldn’t it be nice
To have a magic carpet
Or a Delorean
To travel back in time
Back to the moment
That created our future
Without each other
Sometimes
The blessing
That is right in front of us
Is blocked
By our own self imposed restrictions
Resolute promises
Made to ourself
About what we will or
Will not accept
Based on our belief system
Hindsight has a way
Of clearing one’s vision
Bringing into focus
The cost of rigidity
Causing one to question
Beliefs
While hi-lighting
A possible better choice
If I could go back
Revisit my decision
I like to think
I would be able to see my way
To a different resolution
Alas
No magic carpet floats at my feet
No time machine presents itself
I must accept the consequences
Of choices made
That cast the mold
Of my existence today
E.A. Fussell
08.06.2025
E. A. Fussell 