You decide
whether the storm is cold
Or summery hot
You decide.
The future your’s to take
The path to the left
Or go to the right
You decide.
See blissful rain
Or shattering shame
Your decision
You decide.
Your heart won’t know
Til your ears do cry
And your eyes see what
You decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015