How to choose, when you don’t know?
When what you want,
and what you could have,
Seem so real.
More oasis than mirage.
More solid than smoke.
More flavour than aroma.
And yet to take it, chase it, hunt it down…
What will you forgo?
Could you skate blithely through a simpler life?
With cares you could keep in a cupboard,
And worries you could remould like wax.
Would those dreams be as sweet?
That other life quite so full?
Would you look back? Or grimly onward?
Making friends with bitterness, regret and the what-could-have-beens.
Is life what happens when you let it?
Or must you carve it out of the lino?
Furrow by furrow, against resistance.
A beautiful image wrought through strength.
A battle described by every line.
When the battle becomes a dance,
And the dance is your own…
Is that what you need?
Are you there yet? Can you see it?
How to know.
– Old, New or True.