|I often wonder how my life would be
had I followed one of the other paths
now ever so very distant behind me.
At one time I was a fine actor.
I drew convincing sketches of people.
I ran the mile in under five minutes.
Then I decided that I would never
But whenever I might happen upon
Doubt begins to rise.
And I’m compelled to write my feelings down.
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