What If

Almost anything can bring me to it

The betraying thoughts that ponder and wonder

Looking at things long past and unchangeable

And musing at what could have been

If only one little thing had been changed

Filling my mind with nagging what-ifs

And as useless as they all are

I still can't help following them

I try to avoid them

Stop thinking about them

But no matter how hard I try

They still come back

Swamping me constantly like a cloud of flies

The backwards views on what might have happened

My nagging what-ifs