I choose to navigate the open walkways,
a common thread
similarities in typical days
places I dread.
I wonder sometimes about certain choice
if we might know
just why it is we find the time to rejoice,
however swift hearts grow.
When a decision in retrospect is made
we sometime slow realize
that memory that conscience forbade,
will leave our wonder wise.
When a lift in melody caught sweet attention
the very source of gallantry
spoke aloud with strong desire to love, mention
in all its chivalry.
Welcome the moon in familiar tonight’s pattern
while the sky awaits morning light
a beautiful life we swift acknowledge in turn
when covering shadows in the night.
When only the naked mind is given allowance
In simple virtue our humanity’s bliss is chance.