Standing alone in a crowded room
I can’t help but think
About what could have, should have
Will and may be

Would I be here now
Had a few choice moments
Turned out not the same?
Is this my destiny?
Am I meant to be here, now?

Or have I parted ways with
Fate at some fork in the road?

Had a different set of circumstances
Manifested itself within me
Would I be in the same place?

Should I have been one of those
Banana Republic wearing
Escalade driving
Boys spending daddy’s money
While drinking myself into oblivion
With my carbon copy frat brothers?

Or would I have been
More suitable as one of those
Asshole types infesting
Every locker room and gym
Across the nation
Those guys who get
The girls by being soulless, vain
And covered in the right colored cloth
Was that my destiny?

Am I destined to be
The spark that lights the fire
Burning toward the box of powder
That will make the explosion
To set things right?
Or am I simply deluding myself?

Or am I merely fated into being
Another slave to the grind
Some working stiff with
A job-type-job I go to
To get away from my family
With a beer fridge at home
To escape the agony of my job?

Will the next decision I make
Throw me onto a new path
To another lonely end?