Spirals and waves
Rocks and rays
Leaves and branches
Night romances
Day delights
Split unites
Without the blind
I could not see
With out my anger
I am not free
Doubt and tragedy
Hand with misery
Cards are not just dealt
They are hand felt
Built with tiny cracks
Shortcut across the tracks
To lean up that hill
Toting despair still
Dogs bark when afraid
Is a decision made
With the heart of mind
Chosen path all the time
Light dark purple blue
I get to be me
You get to be you
Just not sure
Who gets to choose.............
FTBAS 11.13.14
