If I Had Stayed (poem)

Four years ago, I decided to leave.

At first, it was gradual.

Two years ago, I said goodbye,

never to return again.

But what if I had stayed,

given up on my studies,

let my passion turn to dust,

and stayed with the familiar?

I left to become more,

to follow divine ambitions,

to build my own Sistine Chapel,

and I couldn't at home.

If I had stayed,

would I be starting a family

with a girl I hate more than I love,

our screaming louder than the baby's?

If I had stayed,

would three beers a day be normal,

getting drunk and high with the guys

from Wednesday to Sunday?

If I had stayed,

would home still feel empty,

or would it be full of empty things,

this girl or that girl?

If I had stayed,

would I have the thought to question it,

or would I blindly go forward,

not noticing the circular path?

I'm glad I'll never know.

-Zero