Daydreams come and go.
I watch them play before my minds eye, over and over again.
Sometimes I dream that I am truly there.
Transposed within a different life, if only I had a made a different choice.
Reality slips readily like sand through my fingers.
Anxious, I begin to contemplate.
Could things really have gone differently?
Time and awareness slowly return to me.
I sink back into myself, leaving dreams of what could have been behind.
Obstinately I return to the task at hand, splayed out in front of me.
No words are written on the page before me; pen in hand, I daydream again.
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