I ponder every second-best I've grasped as I've moved through
This life: the car that wasn't what I wanted, college majors
Sought for cash, the jobs which paid the bills, but weren't
Rewarding; an extensive list, one which, I'm sure, would be
Almost the same as that of anyone. We rarely get the things
We want. They cost too much. They take too long. We settle
For what we can get more cheaply, quickly. Time goes by.
At last, depressed, we pause to grieve for all the instances
In which we chose to compromise.