Who could I have been?

Morning. It’s pitch black everywhere becasue it’s still O-dark thirty and not even the ass crack of dawn has made an appearence yet. You can see the blue sparks crackle as I pet Mercy. Her human is up and she wants attention.

I dreamed of who I could have been. Who I might of been…if a 101 decisions had chosen the other path. It starts to drive you crazy after a while. So you shed a tear or two for what and who you might have lost, and take a good look at who you are and what you have. Look to the future, the past is a mighty warning, but it doesn’t have to rule you’re life.