Destiny calls at the first break of dawn,
Choices Apparent before our first yawn
Shall I be gloomy or shall I be bright?
Embrace sullen darkness or harbour sweet light?
"A fork in the path," say the poets of yore,
Simplistic in statement, yet so much the more!
Free will the Maker has placed in our head,
Yet yearn we for guidance from others instead
Wearisome burdens we pile on our backs,
Onerous nothings in ill-laden stacks,
Thrown to the heap at first light of day,
Then rue'd through the dusk while to slumber we lay
So blessed in our youth to live life and not spend it
Shackled by "choices" that ration each minute,
I dream so to wake and look close at forlorn,
And laugh in its face as I dance through the morn!
To once more embrace precious air with a fervor,
To feast upon passion with pleasure my server!
Casting all choices far, far away
Letting the Fates hold my path in their sway
Alas comes the cry of the mornings first rays,
Dreamlands sweet arms slowly lose their embrace
I cleanse precious freedom from sleep sodden eyes,
And reach for the cordwood stacked by my side. |
