Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read
The choice is free
Mine to own
Never great at choosing though
Grass that’s green
Roads diverged
Never known til it’s observed
The choice it seems
Here on my own
To be made one with what I know
Passing scenes
Of what’s occurred
Too unseen til it’s been observed
A choice so free
My own to own
Chosen seeds planted and sown
Toward grass that’s green
Far from the incurred
Of never knowns and the unobserved
