What if it was just that one little thread

Which meant the difference between him going to her instead of me

What if it actually never happened

Existing only as another ‘what might have been’

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What if I were to weave this thread in my tale

Diverting it into a vacant and adjacent stitch of fate

For me that’d be a far more refined resolution

Than the tears that run down when all is too late

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Copyrighted image belongs to Sharon Smith (portfolio)

It isn’t about the loot

Or the fear on people’s faces

It’s all about me returning

To my most natural and comfortable state

The rewards may be plenty

Allowing me to live that ‘normal’ life

And yet, on the contrary

The appeal is in the danger of losing it all

It’s the adrenalin that surges through me

Entirely organically and through mere circumstance

Not coaxed or tricked by a bungee jump or sky dive

Pumping through my veins as a simple matter of fact

My gun is pointed at no one

It is just an extension of me

For behind the balaclava you might see the eyes

Of somebody in bliss; alive at that moment

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From a different perspective

Looking in

He appreciated the life he lived

…

Even with all the sadness

Looking in

His existence was full

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And for that he felt blessed

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