30. 4. 2013

at gates

Why on earth,
does the life branch,
on every edge of choice?

Until you choose,
everything remains possible,
after that there is just one path.

And them all,
none is wrong, all are right,
each and every string of chance.

It’s up to you,
no other can do,
what you’ve done and you will do.

Step forward,
at gates of unknown,
no doubt, no chains to hold you back.

Let it come,
the things you dream of,
let in the touch and feel complete.

May those who never stop,
be your guides,
to the land of your own tomorrow.