Looking Back

I often ride backward on the train
Hoping it will transport me into my past
Perhaps then
I can rebuild
The Broken
Im stubborn you see
I wish not to claim regret
For life is so short
But the seldom few who have brushed this heart of mine
I wish to revisit
Casually shaking hands
With my former self
My younger self
My silly selfish self
If only to say
"Actions speak louder than words
And your words cant rebuild bridges
Once youve burned them.
So watch your step.
Think.
Its a concept
You will later learn
You never really practiced."

Quantum Physics

180 degrees
I turn my back
Leaving fate
In the hands of Quantum Physics
With a multitude of possibilities
I grab hold of chance
Perhaps that which my minds eye dismissed
Treks on
In some parallel universe
Where the unchosen
Create alternate realities
I will never know
So now
I’m at an intersection
I’m at a crossing
I feel it
Could it be that fate
Is giving me a choice
What a cruel trick
If this be the case
For fate cannot be decided
These paths I’ve traveled
I’m being asked to travel again
Only now
I do not see through the same eyes
My perspective
Jaded
Lacking innocence
And knowing the past
It’s outcome
Deceit
Some sell their souls
For second chances
My soul suffers without request
So what then
I stumble
I teeter
I question
I doubt
I scramble
But now
I’m still
Silent
I choose nothing
I challenge fate
I take a chance on chance
I’ve grown tired of repetition
My past can play it’s part
But I will not allow it
To shape my very outline