When are you going to
wake up and realize
That this is your life
And no one else's.

Not your father's,
Not your mother's,
Not your Sister's
Or your brother's.

They may have
Hopes and dreams for you-
Things they'd like you to acquire,
But you're the
Composer of your own life;
The conductor of this choir.

Do what you want.
Make mistakes,
Learn, and grow.
You're only given
One chance,
Do you really want it to blow?

We go through life
Trained to question,
To seek knowledge,
To understand.

But this isn't
An easy task
We have here on hand.

The truth hurts,
And facts aren't always pretty.
A simple "yes" or "no" response
Can bring you down
Quite quickly.

"Is it cancer?"
"Is he cheating?"
"Am I really wasting my life away, sulking in cheap pity?"

Questions like these
Cut beyond flesh and bone.

Their answers go deeper;
They penetrate the soul.

So here's a tip
As you journey and grow:
Don't seek answers
you don't want to know.

Overcast skies, cool breezes, and falling leaves.
Fall returns reminding me
That even in death,
There is irresistible beauty.