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.