I wish I could for-see the future.
In a room full of doors,
all lead to sanity, to freedom,
except for one, the one I chose.

I chose that one because it was close,
I had to put in less effort to open it.
Once it opened, all I saw was darkness,
I started walking, I kept walking,
I started smelling, my clothes got dirty.

A strong grip on my throat,
I tried to turn but all in vain.
I kept walking and saw myself in the mirror,
old and pale, with dirt on my face.

In the reflection I saw that door,
a young man entering, I tried to stop him,
but the grip on my throat didn't let me.
I kept walking until I saw a light.
The grip loosened and ceased, a freshness in the air.

I tried to turn and turned with ease,
and saw an old man looking himself in the mirror.
Behind him was a man opening the door,
I tried to stop him but the path was too dark,
my legs were too weak, I couldn't wave him back,
my hands were too weak, I was too weak.

With a hopeless smile on my face,
I turned my back on them.
I waited, I waited for something good,
but my heart just stopped.
I wish I could change the past.