Possibilities

It was between one and the other

And I chose the other

Where does that leave me?

Well, it leads me to writing this poem

What would have happened if I had chosen the other?

I don't know

How could I know?

Some people just don't see,

Sometimes not even me

They don't see that,

Possibilities are impossible

Because the possibility for the possibility to occur

Already happened

And you chose one possibility over the other possibility

So that other possibility, couldn't have happened

Is it all planned?

Is our whole life mapped?

Controlled?

I don't know

In the end,

Possibilities and choices

Are always the loose end,

The last what if?

You left without regrets,

Without questions,

Without a thought

Until one day,

The one day you think,

What if?