Reflection

You look back at your life Wishing you had more to show Wishing you had done more You find yourself periodically saying That you've always wanted to do this and that But never had the time, never took the time You have these unfinished dreams.... They remained only dreams Dreams that only grew brighter with years But became duller with time Until they faded away all together You grow old wondering what stopped you What you could've done different Maybe you would have enjoyed life for what it was Did you have someone to share it with Would that have even mattered Maybe if you chose the path less chosen Maybe if you took a stand Would you be wondering of the life you led Could've been so much more If you only did instead of just wanted If you made it happen instead of pining after Would you still have these regrets Walls seem to close in around me As the truth is finally revealed And I find myself many years older Reflecting back on my life Realizing I have nothing to show for it Realizing I have no clue who I am Maybe I am who someone made Like a doll off a factory line Someone else's design Asking myself a thousand questions Why did I settle why did I give up Why did I give in Why did I lose hope Why did I lose love Why didn't I live Why didn't I speak up And I realize I'll end up stuck Never able to be truly happy Was it all worth this life I led I had dug a ever-growing grave and one by one, piece by piece I threw a little of myself inside Down into the deep cold darkness Hard to have hope of what could be If there's no support or encouragement Once satisfied with the pieces left behind I started to fill it up with damp dirt Out of sight out of mind No more longing of what could've been All that is left is a mere marker that reads Here lies what meant the most to her And this hits me with such force Can't believe this has gone on so long Why didn't I see it all before Was I really so blind to it all Did I really sacrifice so much To make others happy and satisfied And for what do I have to show Nothing but a hole starting to fill I won't be looking back down the road Wishing I had stayed true to myself