thorn trail
If life let us go on these
merry trains only
leading to certain doom
or destiny, what a letdown
would that not be?
With no recourse to doors
and only looping futility,
ever pushed seeking
unfindable serenity.
Lie low and dwell
not on flimsy possibilities of the past.
Yesterday is dead as are its options.
Tomorrow may never come.
When life is all worry and wanted doors of
pixels multiply endless
anxiety.
What prize have you won?
So even as these choices are few
and with daylight sizzling
away in the heat of lazy days-
to do this day justice,
is the path of no regret.
On the cusp of mist,
searching deep.
Today there are people to meet.
Oneself and others too.
Even if things
go in unplanned ways
or parallel sways
or derailed tracks
one has not built... Live.
If only we live
with the choices we make
in boldness and with courage
have we partially set some fate,
Too late? Now live.
Too far ahead? Live yet.
Stand up now to all regret.
bronze radish