I think of things that might have been, why they are,

The past is meant to be the way it was, I wonder.

If perhaps a different road, a moment taken to think,

Sometimes I wonder what might be, another person I be.

I have been blessed and I have had my share of painful things,

Decisions made, I wonder, an altered life maybe these things bring.

Everything appears to have a reason or so we may believe,

Coincidence, a choice made as we travel through our imperfect days.

Sometimes I wonder why I am here, a purpose not always so clear,

Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I wonder about this earthly place.

Keith Garrett