It could have gone better
There’s no point in dwelling
It could have gone worse
There’s no way of telling
It is what it is
And it is confined
To one tiny pinpoint
Moment in time
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
It could have gone better
There’s no point in dwelling
It could have gone worse
There’s no way of telling
It is what it is
And it is confined
To one tiny pinpoint
Moment in time