The choices we make
Are the chances we take
The chances we take
Spell the fortunes we make
You can sit at a crossroads
For what seems like years
You can gaze at your navel
And be bound by your fears
Or you can just simply
Put your head down and go
You can go with your gut
Or you can go with the flow
But whatever you choose
And however you go
There is always one truth
You will certainly know
That whatever your choice
Whatever comes to pass
At least you just didn’t
Sit on your ass
You made a decision
And that’s more than most do
Those ass sitting losers
Are nothing like you
Sitting at the crossroads
Not knowing what to do
No…those ass-sitting losers
Without any clue
Thanks Larry. Sometimes words are all we have.
Jim, words are not enough to voice these powerful emotion that embrace us in arms that are always comforting. Powerful Indeed….