picking apart the bones of ones existence

examining the trails of ones past

trying to figure out how one got to where they were

who they are..

should i have visited you yesterday before you were gone?

should i have left so soon?

your hold is gone on the morrow

i stand at the doorway of life looking out into the distance

contemplating this and that

examining where i spent all my time

will i have more to do better latter?

all the wasted years of waiting away

chasing the wrong paths

sigh

where will our fate find us

and doing what?