The time shall come when history
Will vindicate my life, and see
My future path is future’s past.
When things are understood at last.
If I had known, in coming years,
What would have brought me joy or tears,
What poisons I would taste, and how
Much worse off I would be than now
If I could, would I take more heed?
Dare shift a thought? Undo a deed?
Would changing grant the future I
Would like to have, before I die?
For every choice, one changes path.
And no one knows the aftermath.
What kind of choices can one make
To claim a path with no heart break?
Yet if I do, and find no strife
Might I lack color in my life?
It’s safe, it’s straight, it’s problem-free
But would it bring me ecstasy?
Finding answers takes forever
I’m not so patient nor so clever.
I’ll just live, and let history
Vindicate my own life, for me