Waywards
choices it’s all about choices
crossroads and forks in the road
Roundabouts giving a chance to relax
Then dizzily go on tip toed
Slipping through woods in dark shadows of moon
Getting bruises to heal in the light
Choice of companion to wend with a boon
And places to rest in the night
loving each moment as if it’s the last
We can dance to the end of the tune
Picking and choosing
Occasionally losing
We’re carefully making our way
Getting closer and closer each day
To rest and rejoice
Not perfect
But choice
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