All We Have

Repeats, circles, wrong turns and labyrinths is all we have. No matter what, we'll never get far enough that we can leave our pasts behind. So, we'll keep coming to what we have, stuck in this field of regrets, always with the red yarn of fate tied to our individual pinkies, we'll suffer in multitudes as our sorrow grows in each others chest pains, where palpitations of the heart will take us to the other side, only in our dreams. Even then, that will be cut short by a nightmare.