We all must wonder, now and then, if things had turned out - well - just plain different. Chance path taken, page unturned or brief encounter, blossomed, splintered. Might I have been the man of courage, brave upon life’s battlefield, Captain Commerce, high-flown banker, hedonistic, down-at-heel? A Puritan of moral fibre, voice raised in praise magnificent? Or rested in assured repose, knowing my lot in quiet content.
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens fly, soft petals on a breeze. What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens. Why-nots, Perhaps and Wait-and-sees.
Suppose bold woman, quite unsuited, brave in adventure, sojourns wicked. Velvet touch and lips soft-centred, tossing hair, teeth bared in laughing. Imagine idyll Summers never-ending, Winter nights beside fire roaring. Touched by madness, filled with fondness, kissed by love, love without name.
What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens fly, soft petals on a breeze. What-ifs, Maybes and Might-have-beens. Why-nots, Perhaps and Wait-and-sees.
So, you ride yourselves over the fields. And you make all your animal deals. And your wise men don’t know how it feels to be Thick As A Brick...... two