Fortune favors the bold, it is said,
And I have been called bold in my youth.
Varying what shade I enjoy
Or mayhaps what hue would go best.
Rarely have I stuck with just one because
I find that they are all too glorious.
Though should I be hard pressed
Eventually both black and white are the best.
All shades and hues combined would black and white be, either in colors or light. So both for all are just right.
I’ve often heard
Said so much
That it’s not the ending
But the journey loved so much.
I’d like to disagree
A little bit
Because to me
It also matters in the end
Where you would like to see.
The journey is important
I won’t forget that,
But where you want
To end up
Is also as important
The climbing up the mountain
Matters in great import
If where you want
To end up
Is up upon the peak.
So remember while you’re climbing
That the journey there is good,
Keep in mind also
That where you end up is too.
Sounds are still,
There’s no one around,
Or mayhap they’re tired of the bill?
Reaching out with soundless arms,
My eyes watch as the clouds approach.
It was almost too quiet, but real life didn’t come with background music.
I wonder often how it will all turn out.
So I must continue on without a doubt.
When you make a decision, for better or worse, it was still yours to make.
Can I withstand what will come about?
Oh, I shan’t sit with a moment of doubt!
My faith is given and trust as well,
I know that for some this is a farewell.
No, I must face this head on, and know that
Going through with my life while still at bat.