Soaring Choices
What good does it do to be afraid of the unknown
When we base our beliefs of the future solely on the known
On a fractured idea of what is truly out there
Why can’t I help but feel that behind the illusion
There is more than we could ever dream of…
We are so used to discomfort meaning pain
What if this time it meant growth? Expansion? Unity?
Our reality is in the making
What will we choose?
I know my choice
Despite the pain, the discomfort, the unknown
I choose to soar