Sometimes I reflect,
Twenty years lived,
Purposelessness they held,
The person I am today,
Could it be another way?

In the quiet of night,
I think about choices made,
Paths taken, fate embraced,
In the maze of existence,
Threads of chance and intention.

Dreams delayed,
Regrets stayed,
Yet in the depth of thought,
Reflecting on what's passed,
Navigating the present's blast,
And perhaps, just perhaps,
Glimpsing futures vast.