and brows over set burning
angry bitter eyes,
glowering, alone in a
room, sitting solitary, the result of your life.
Decisions made
in your past
decided your future;
a mirror of one you once
held in awe, but never understood.
Who knows what makes each of us
walk the course we set in life.
To be all things that were him
was a goal that once made
decided your fate.
Where he had three, you had the same.
Where he walked, you had wanted to follow.
Turning aside those
who were part of your youth,
to achieve what you wanted, emulating
to be the same angry bitter man,
with regrets too late to repair.
Those burning eyes searching
the past looking for reasons,
while you wait, sadly
still not understanding,
that the choices you made
put you where you are today.
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