Unseen hands

There are hands, unseen hands that have done me many favors
There are dreams beyond dreams, delicious visions which I savor
but the cost would be more than I alone could pay
so reaching for my dreams will have to wait another day

I've built a museum I browse in my mind
I fill it with memories and dreams left behind
To recall who I was and who I might have been
Had I made different choices way back when

The choices were mine to make...