We chose,
and here we stand.

But what if we had
and turned again?
Would we have solved the labyrinth,
or would we simply have
out the same?


brinda said...

Sigh! Did you mean to mess with my head? Or is that merely a happy by-product? (and um... labrynth is poetic for labyrinth? also, was this inspired by the bowie movie?)

??! said...

Oh my. I did get that spelling wrong. Yeeesh. I shall do penitence. No posts today.

brinda said...

Huh. That's not penitence, that's punishment. At least for those of us who are at work (and trying hard to avoid it) and desperate for good stuff to read. Post, no? I promise not to edit... (professional hazard, what to do?)

??! said...

Ok, ok. In a while, crocodile.

NightWatchmen said...

There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask "Why me?" and "What if?". When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.

There you go, a personal favourite.

??! said...

And a nice one it is too.