we have choices in life. our choices help shape our fate, but many things that happen are out of our hands. we make our choices. others will make their own. sometimes, those choices coincide to make something great. sometimes, those choices coincide and someone needs to be saved.
sometimes, their savior doesn't come in time and they'll die before they reach the hospital. i've always wondered what my last thoughts would be.
everything happened at once,
the vehicle did not stop,
her body flew through the air,
before landing with a plop.
all in the blink of an eye,
all her dreams torn asunder,
and in the light of her pain,
she couldn't help but wonder
how the world could've been like,
had she chased after her dreams,
had the world not crushed her hopes,
and shred her heart at its seams.
...
if she had another chance,
she'd go out into the world.
find the things undiscovered,
and find what fate would unfurl.
she'd look for paradise lost,
and after her dreams she'd chase,
and she'd keep reaching for them,
all the way back to home base.
she'd spend time with family,
never forgetting to call,
find time to spend with friends,
she'd give the new life her all.
...
she had so many new dreams,
but her fate was 'ready set,
she'd die before reaching help,
her life would end in regrets.
remember to keep in touch with all those that you care about, and all those that care for you. you never know when it's too late.
YOU ARE READING
sorry, i'm biased
PoetryI promise I know how to write, despite how this looks xD 1. bullets - how did we come to this? 2. ready, set, gone - what would you think?
