kwiatekjoe
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

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kwiatekjoe

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Simplistic poetry often connecting Mother Nature and human nature. Other times, it's just plain silliness.