“Instead of”
As I take a glimpse and start reading
I space out
Overthinking how life would have been if
My head is about to explode
Many thoughts circulate through my mind
Enough to write a book
A recollection, indeed
Including the special moments
And the ones we prefer to not speak about
They are continuously on repeat
Like a printer, when you click to copy the pages
Just like that
I go back
I wonder
How would life be different?
Would I have ever encountered my friends at some other point in my life?
Would I have continued playing the sport?
My head often does this
I start reading
And there is a white blank page