Sometimes we let go of something
we should have hung onto.
This happens all the time
concerning matters of the heart.
Sometimes our head rules our heart
and something wonderful is lost.
In the years that follow,
we live with our regret
of not following our heart
instead of following our head.
We reflect in our memories
making up what might have been,
when it is too late for us
to turn back the clock.
Always wondering what would have happened
if we had followed our heart.
We cannot foresee the future
and our destiny is always shrouded
within a silken cloth.
We can only go where
our future plans to lead us,
and our destiny is written.
Our what ifs and wonderings
are just fragments of our dreams.
Reality is where we live
and our time is mapped out
in a future shrouded
within a silken cloth.
26 September 2011