Sometimes I don’t know what to say
When I put my thoughts into writing
But what I do know here today
Is that I want to write down something

It’s time to let myself go
It is time for me to see
No matter going fast or slow
As long as thoughts roam free

Starting is always the hardest part
When it comes to writing poetry
But as long as it comes from the heart
Then that’s good enough for me

Bad and good, big and small
My poems come in many kinds
“Skill” doesn’t matter, if at all
What matters is that they’re mine

Through the days and days that pass us by
We make little choices throughout our lives
Perhaps sometimes they might seem wrong
But some may they lead to surprises all along

Some think of the road not taken
Or how in their search they’ve left doors unopened
Yet this is the path that we have set foot in
And this is where were headed till the end

But these choices that we make
Do we make them to control, or merely for their own sake?
I say that though time marches on
And mother earth and father sky sing their song

That they do matter
That the words we say are not idle chatter
That they can build a person up
That they can be worth more than enough

To change those around oneself
And be a light in the world, to help

I want to be that light
I don’t want to be snuffed out into the night
And I’m making this choice tonight
Because I want to make it right
And through these words I choose to write

Are all for you my dear friend
Who I want to brighten up till the very end