What after? Once we
achieve what we want, then where to?
Once the celebrations of the
achievement die down, why do we reflect on our failures?
Not just reflect but keep nursing them?
The regrets, the decisions not
taken, the choices not made?
Why is the darkness
on our minds always overpowering the brightness?
Sample:
My dreams I have fulfilled;
Reminisce and reflect which I will.
What about this one idea that was aborted,
That sits in my heart like a lump,
Like a still child in a womb?
