I flew, I flew
from the moments of life, to the lessons of time
They fell and I followed, loved, and beloved
all gone, life’s was like the swing,
swinging waiting for the presence to be felt
when, came the winds again
settled and unsettle
resting in the unrest….
Never knew that it all hurts
when the choices I made, came back
with the swing,
All on face,
The rosy flowers had thorns
sitting on the petals
found hanging on the thorns
as the winds, blew it all away,
And then there was the silence…
momentarily the weeps, with the frustrations
followed by agony and the pain,
And then I fell.
I flew, I flew
as the wind blew
The choices were mine
The life is mine
The bud was my heart and the thorns were the mind
The wind I blew,
Took away my petals,
Leaving me naked and brittle without any plight.
And then came the light
As I rose from myself
Understanding the right
They say your life is in control
Till you make the choice
And then it’s the choice!!
I flew I flew
To the paradigms of my choice
In the respect of the same
The dig was my own
But not the fall
Only rise
Now I only rise
Coz the wind is mine
Learning the lessons with time…
Smiling as I tread...every mile…
I flew and I flew
Ron
