Poem: The Choices

Looking at road and not knowing which way to go.

Should I go left and do the things that are uncommon.

Travel the way in which you know nothing.

Then you get to experience the things that make you ask questions.

The things that makes life.

Should I go right and do what is expected.

Live in a world where you know everything and that is it.

The sense of adventure is gone, and you do the routine that has already been written.

The choice we have in life are always two.

You do what is expect or you take a chance and run with the winds.

There is not an in between.

The world never gives you that option, and if it did why would take it?

The is the beauty and the disaster we deal with in this thing called life.

Poem: Run

The story of us, is one that we do not need.

It is one that we must see.

The healing of letting it go is for the best, but deep down we know it might be the worst.

The fight was hard, but we knew that from the start.

You walked towards me and I ran from you.

You beg me to stay, and I beg you to go.

Then you stayed and I stayed.

One day it was good, then running started again.

Suddenly, the table were turned, and I do not remember why.

It flipped so fast, that my breath never caught the air.

The door was open, and you did not run like me you did you walk.

You walk so I could see and know what was happening.

You left me in the light, you wanted me to see you leave.

The dark would have been to kind.

You knew that was my friend.

I could not ask you why, I just look at the dust settling where you once were.

The thing I ran from, become the thing I wanted to run to.

This time I could not run.

My legs did not move, my heart could not beat.

The story I wanted to see, became the one that needed not telling.