At what point does something become pointless, a stupid endeavor which doesn't and never will pay off? I don't know if there is a line between persistence and stubborn foolishness. I keep asking myself if sometimes I am too impatient. And there's always that same maybe. Maybe
What if
Perhaps
that chance
could still have
a
hope
something along that line
a sort-of
possibility
if
I had not stopped
to listen to that salesperson
if
I had just walked right past
then I would have been there a second too early
and not have that doubt
which nags
about
that could-have-been
or
should-have-been
perhapsness
of maybe chances
who knows
what is lost
and who gains
only probably