It’s always difficult to be sure

Of where you decide to be

Of the choices that lay beside

Who do I deserve the most and which one deserves me?


And then comes the choice I make

Possibly not the most rational one

I consider then, what seems most important to me

My choices always vary amongst the options in the caravan


That’s where I confuse myself

And I don’t know which moment I lack

Because I may love this life some day

But my motives, aspirations are beyond this stack


The best of the gifts is that I can talk to Thee

Which gives me peace even if only for a time, slightest

But it always assures that I can rethink, understand again

And have the chance to develop, evolve, manifest.

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