I love the way I feel,
I love the way I am,
I love the fact that this is real,
I love the idea that I can.
The things of this world are nothing,
If we don't understand,
That life is just a past time,
That leads us by the hand.
If we should stop and think,
Of all the things we have done,
We would probably not sleep a wink,
For our minds would be on the run.
But one thing is for sure,
That our choices we can re-arrange,
For when we choose a door,
Nothing says it we cannot change.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre
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