Musing Dipped in Lactic Acid

You look at them struggling. Thinking maybe you can do it better. 

You keep searching for something that isn't there. A face which by all means you should have forgotten by now. 

You wish you could draw the blinds.. turn away from this world of hurt and novocaine..

Who are you kidding?

You wonder what if? then shake your head and smile inconspicuously - don't tempt fate. 

You wouldn't change it for the world.