Dichotomy by james a. galgano It all would have turned out differently. Had it never been the same? Juxtaposed within the realm of unchangeable tomorrow. Where all our life and struggle has been for naught There caught within the web of what we poorly taught. To remedy all or if possible, escape into tomorrow unscathed. It might have been the same. Had we not been faced by so many possibilities to choose. Yet at times it seems no matter our choice We were bound to fail and most surely lose. The hope we held in youth lest we now confuse. The finality of times approaching doom Where if we could sing, we should have learned a different tune. Then the one repeating within our hearts and souls repeatedly Leaving us lost alone within a web of what might have been the same had it not ended so differently.