Every drop of rain is a feeling that was long forgotten.
I choose to never go back.
Tears mix with the rain.
Your choice was lost long ago.
There is a chance to get it back.
Never think you can’t.
Every road has a two way.
Left or right.
Don’t think just do.
You are your own person and can do anything.
I choose who I am now.
So can you.
Every person has a choice.
To be what they want to be.
What it might be wrong or not.
That is who you are.
…What will you do to be what you are when that road of life on a unknowning day comes?
What will it be and how will come to be?
I am not a future seeker, but I do see a smile.
And I know you are who you are.