Could've, would've, should've......

The words flashed across her mind, like rabbits racing in a tunnel. The past had become present, in a blinding force as quick as lightening. If her heart was a barometer, it would have gaged the pressure at its highest peak. Between the disparaging thoughts was a distance hand, reaching out. On it, was tatooed the word, "Future." It would be alright.

Wow - I want to see a song based around this - do you think you could possibly make it into a poem as well? There is so much meaning here!

Th-hank you! I can try to make this into a poem, but songs really aren't my strong suit. Would you like to write a song about it, though? I mean, you're really good at that. I wouldn't be mad if you did, I'd actually be thrilled. :) Thanks again, and I'll try to turn it into a poem!

Hmm . . . I'd actually like to try. No promises, but . . . as long as I have your blessing I might as well have a go XD