Forsaken Paths

Dwindling stars outline
The path I traveled on.
Every time I look back,
They grow darker. They disappear.
No one told me there was no going back.

Vanishing memories signify
The paths I chose not to take.
Every time I think again,
I find it's too late. It's too late.
No one ever said I could never try again.

Fading places note
The paths I cannot tread.
Every time I realize that,
It hurts, it hurts inside.
No one ever said it could be too late.