Standing at the edge of tomorrow,
Echoes of the past in my mind.
Footsteps trace a path of sorrow,
Choices made, some left behind.
If I could press undo, rewind the hands of fate,
Walk the roads untaken, open every gate.
Faces in the crowd, roads that intertwine,
Wishing I could change the storyline.
Whispers in the wind remind me,
Of dreams I lost along the way.
Melodies of moments bind me,
To the hopes of yesterday.
If I could press undo, rewrite the lines I've drawn,
Find the paths less traveled, where do I belong?
Shadows of what could be linger in my mind,
Standing at the crossroads of time.
Now I see the roads behind me,
Led me to this very place.
Every twist and turn defines me,
Etched in lines upon my face.
Though I can't press undo or mend the hands of time,
I've found peace in knowing every hill I've climbed.
Echoes of the past now harmonize,
Guiding me through life's compromise.