In Another Life

I sit here, wondering if I would be different,
wondering if I had made another decision?
What if I decided to stay behind or push forward?
I ponder the thought of being that someone else.
Perhaps, it some other life I was an Arabian princess with golden hair.
Would that fulfill the emptiness of this life?
Maybe I was a fairy, bouncing from leaf to leaf making the world sparkle.
If I had made different decisions would I be sitting here?
Would I be writing these impossibles?
I look at the sky and I wish I could fly away like that eagle,
swooping down for my nightly feast and then off to bed in my high nest.
Would that erase all the gravel I have eaten?
As I sit here, I know this is not where I am supposed to be.
The decisions I have made have not been my own.
I would rather be that princess or that fairy or that mighty eagle.
I would rather be anything but what I am right now.