If there was a way
To the past
Would you take it?
Would you visit the dark interiors
Where things went right
Where things went wrong
And if you would
Could
Speak to yourself there
Where choice is made?
Or would you not dare breathe
Not stir
Only watch
Drama unfold
Sadness take hold
Lovelorn
Hope reborn
I would not change a feather’s breath
Not stir one atom
Be a statue
At the observation post
Not one path must change
They must all lead here
Walnut Tree Writing 