The Choice .

A willing spirit; the adamant flesh

The fight for a better living at its peak

The choice is yours to make.

A life of worldly pleasures and treasures

The hunger foe gold which can be stolen,

the adoration of double faced friends and

the fear of the unknown or

walking a path, setting a legacy,

living the inner rather than the outward self.

As the moon goes down behind the

Mountains, you happily know that

One life’s being made better because you lived,

finding peace in solitude, success in failure,

life in death, joy in hard times and building

a life’s frame but asking for no gain.

The choice really is yours for the making.

Oh, what’s to gain, living in strife to fulfil our dream,

via rocky hills and dark valleys,

but die towards the end.

But, what would life have been if you didn’t try,

Would we have ever known our true worth?

I believe our destiny lies within

the choices we make.

Our lives are as the moon, in its loveliness as only

a reflection of the sun on its surface.

We are only but a composition or an expression

Our inner self.

Many a-pat to follow

Our choices decides our tomorrow,

Many are we that don’t have choices

But follow the path which leads our way,

Many a-minds gone to rest

With many great choices never to be revealed.

What are the most important things in life?

Oh a decision yet not made

A nation yet to be saved.

The choices we make

decides the path we take.

The path to perpetual light or that as meaningless as flecks

of the foam of the Uji river?

Wishing isn’t enough – Dare to choose!