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.