choices in life, not like the road not taken
where road leads on to road
covered by undergrowth
It is flat
sometimes an illusion
freedom to choose
freedom not to choose
courage to go and not look back
to look back with curiousity
and wonder
not with anger nor a sigh
just a big foggy question mark
the future like that past
cannot be found
what is clear is only the present
the very spot of road lighted at our feet
like disney's Alice in wonderland
we constantly move from dot to dot
spot to spot
place to place
moment to moment
trying to make sense of this dream of a life
life of a dream
Not at sea
not that painful freedom of existence
No.
It is a peaceful concrete realization
of the present
just that is certain
nothing else.
So why fear what is ahead, what is lost.
We never lose, nor do we truly gain
but only what is already present
or already in existence
all that has past
is already a dream
and what is not yet present
a mirage
we are, however,
anchored