THE WIND

OUTSIDE, WITH NO PLACE TO GO,
FULL OF DOUBT
EVERY CHOICE SEEMS TO BE,
THE WRONG ONE.

DESIRE, CANNOT STOP YOUR TIRED THOUGHTS,
BUT A RUSTLE IN THE TREES,
GIVES A PAUSE LONG ENOUGH
TO REMEMBER KNOWLEDGE LOST.

CHOICE IS JUST A CHOICE,
AND THE WIND ONCE IT BLOWS OVER THE TREE
IT MOVES ON TO ANOTHER ONE,
YOU OR ME,
THE WIND CARRIES ON AND I SEE...

THERE IS NO WRONG CHOICE,
BUT ONCE YOU CHOOSE
THERE IS NO LOOKING BACK
THE WIND CARRIES ON,
AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS LEFT BEHIND.