There are many places to go and see,
and many things I could soon be.
There are an awful lot of choices near,
an awful lot of things to fear.
Which do I choose to get it right?
Does every path end in a fight?
Perhaps there is no truly perfect way?
No one place where my treasures lay?
Perhaps I must flow with the gentle breeze,
to find my way among the trees?
Life will carry me where it may,
I'll live to see another day.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
There are many places to go and see,
and many things I could soon be.
There are an awful lot of choices near,
an awful lot of things to fear.
Which do I choose to get it right?
Does every path end in a fight?
Perhaps there is no truly perfect way?
No one place where my treasures lay?
Perhaps I must flow with the gentle breeze,
to find my way among the trees?
Life will carry me where it may,
I'll live to see another day.
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