Why then
I'm ready
For what then
To face my frights and the frustrations of my past wrong choices and dare again
dare at last
Is it sufficient
Yes
Proof it
I made inquiries
And I followed my instinct and my own advises
" accpet love in the day , and be sure your feets are on earth when she comes to you"
I digged as gold minner
I never stopped searching
As an archeologist
I built my self with the awarness of a wolf
And I scrutinized places als an accurate Inspector

My conclusions were blessing
And my prayers let me to God's own seal in you
That's why you're my angel

So when I  was this sure of you
I remembered an eldered who said
" Love is a jail and with you I've choosen a life sentence "
He quoted again
" Without you, my house is just a shelter. It is in you that I find my home"

And these words meaningfully
Are mine for you
" Love is a jail and with you I've choosen a life sentence "
Only you
" Without you, my house is just a shelter. It is in you that I find my home"
If not you I'm in the wilderness for eternity

I see a frog

I do a stop

I bork at frog

It do a hop

It jump in air

Then do a plop

Now I am hap

A froggo hop

hap*
/hap/

noun
1. luck; fortune

verb
1. come about by chance

And it hit me,
by happenstance,
that perhaps,
per-chance
I'd been
wrong.

Wrong in believing
a happiness
was owed
to people
and would
flow to me
not by happenstance
but by choice.

By choice
and by choosing
the right path.
But the path
of choice
and of choosing
the one
that is right
is a very wrong
and anxious
path
indeed.

And indeed
I am
the anxious type
from years
of fears
that by
trusting choice
over happenstance
I'd choose
wrong.

But I didn't
choose wrong.
Nor did I
choose right.
I chose
not to choose
at all.

I'm also
the sad type.
And now
I worry
that by
definition of
hap
and thus
of happiness
I'm not sad
by happenstance
but of
choice.