I do this daily
I do this daily whether out of frustration or serenity I do this. I write and read and write and read and write and read and collapse within myself. Finding hidden gardens in my words and secret springs in my songs. I find meaning in meaning and being. Drastic change reins through the unfamiliar terrain. I hope and breath with the wind and trees. I can describe a paradigm and develop a theory for relating everything to everything but then what am I left with? Choices! I choose to be a good person. I choose to be compassionate. I choose to be powerful. I choose to be responsible for my actions. I am an allstar at failure and this is why I find myself making so much progress. I thank the stars.
