Sometimes it seems like there is nothing you can do. That what has already been done, has set the conditions a tad too concretely and that cement has already began to set. You, can no longer, cannot be what you already are not. And there is nothing you can do about it.
A somewhat depressing remark to what might be one of the few potentially uplifting/hopeful poems I have written.
It is quite frightening about how the decisions made now (and those already made) can and do open and close the opportunities that are available to you in the future. The question is, have I already made an irreversible error in judgement? And to end on a slightly lighter (and less ambiguous) note; perhaps the only thing one can do is to eschew logic and simply go with what feels right.