Sometimes we seek another way,

A fresh road we can walk,

A different self to be for once,

A new voice that could talk.



Sometimes we face another dawn,

A shade of nothing new,

A different day in nought but name,

A nightmare ever true.



Sometimes we glimpse another world,

A chance that never came,

A different self that could have been,

A life not spent the same.



Sometimes we crave another day,

A tick of time to spare,

A different moment from the rest,

A secret not to share.



Sometimes we catch another eye,

A star that might have shone,

A different self reflected there,

A fantasy long gone.



Sometimes we cast another spell,

A wish for days ahead,

A different outcome at the end,

A paradise instead.



Sometimes we grasp another dream,

A flame to light the dark,

A different self to live inside,

A flint to light our spark.



Sometimes we find another smile,

A grin for what we hold,

A different outlook on our lot,

A peace as we grow old.