Daydreams

I can imagine life another way;
It isn't hard to think it differently.
At every turn, on every single day,
A change is possible. Who would I be
If I had grasped this opportunity,
Turned left instead of right at that stop sign,
Walked instead of run? I cannot see,
Inscribed in these the ultimate design,
If there is one, to which these things align
And so I wonder. But I am quite sure
That though, perhaps, it all would have been fine
If it was different, I must still prefer
The way that in reality it went
Since I am, overall, beyond content.