We all take each daily step to achieve our goals;
But there’s always a twist to make us fall.
No rewind allowed to erase the wrongs;
But cleansing exists to be reborn.
What surrounds, all around, drags you down;
That’s if you are blind and don’t mind to find,
But concentrate on sounds that hound.
Sight the bright light that guides to the right path,
Exists everywhere but doesn’t fall from the sky,
Should be invited into the heart;
And served with love.
One choice can make you rejoice,
While another leaves you wailing.
Ascending wisdom or agitating vision,
What will it be?