The Tempest Of Being

The truth at times, can be found as you stare into the rain soaked ground,

The steps you choose are yours to take, be cautious and learn from mistakes,

The eyes you use in which to see, weigh in thought before you seek,

The hands you use implied or real, are better served to build and heal,

The voice you use, power, or muse, tend not to justify a bruise,

The sounds you hear, inside and out, can be a sign to apply some doubt.

The life you live, short or long, will simply lead you til next dawn.

Cheftell Cheftell
41-45, M
Mar 3, 2010