It's not a path
It's a decision
You cannot turn back
Though you can make a revision
It's not quite the same
But what is precision
Nothing more or less
Than the hope of a vision
A dream
But alas we must awaken
Only to find we are what we are
A soon to be memory hoping to be risen
Change, a choice
Or another mistake of intuition
No matter, we are where troubles gain contentment
Yesterday confessed, today forgiven