 | hmmm.noo title yet... With one door open yet still crossing the line...
Two paths separated in time,
He questions himself all in his mind,
He ponders upon tracks he has made,
Will the footsteps be followed that he has laid,
Will the seeds planted along the way;
Blossom and bloom if he doe's not stay,
Will the grass still be green and the sky blue,
As he walks forward with his goals to pursue;
The butterflies flutter all about,
Something is needed to ease the doubt,
As time ticks on and doesn't skip a beat,
Will the morals shelter them from defeat.
Save the irony for another day!
Let his ambitions shine through and show the way,
Opening all possibilities for each member.
Warming the bitter frost of December,
And when they ever meet again,
His presence will still remain within,
Just know every moment was worth their time,
With one door open yet still crossing the line. |
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