What if? It’s funny how two little words can haunt your soul for life.

Should I have given him my number, had sex, or become his wife?

I look at my two kids and I don’t see the real me in their little brown eyes.

What would they think if they knew their mom sits in the dark and cries?

The road not taken, it sounds so simple, like it was just one wrong turn.

Considering what my life has become, I wonder if I should let it all burn.

Many times, in my bed, I dream; What if I had said no and gone off to school.

I could have gone on spring break, and danced naked on the beach like a fool.

I would’ve learned French, studied art, and racked up thousands in student loans.

Or dated a football player, screwed in his bed and filled the halls with lustful moans.

Imagine if I had walked across the stage with a college degree in my right hand.

I could have gotten a good job, and always known that, on my own, I could stand.

But would I be any happier in a crowded office, hating my boss and small pay?

I have no crystal ball, and no time machine, so there is no way I really could say.

What if, are the only words that will rob you of today’s joy, and drive you mad.

They’ll fill you with despair and make you miss all the things you’ve never had.

So I'll turn on the lights, dry my eyes, and chose to love my children for who they are.

I’ll learn to love my life, close my windows, and never again wish upon a falling star.