A faraway voice
in the back of my mind
telling me what is right
telling me what is wrong
We all make choices
but do we get it right
sometimes we learn
Sometimes we don't
Sometimes we need
that voice to shine a light
then one day we may just
get it right
Sometimes we need that voice to shine a light then one day we may just get it right My problem is I am always unsure of which way I should go, its nice to have guiding lights, but in the end its always my choice
I follow it when I write for good or bad. Strong thinking man's poem.
We often never know until it`s too late if we have made the wrong chioce, (I`ve made many) a good thought here.
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Sometimes we get it right, sometimes not, that's being human - no-one's perfect. You can please some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time it is said. Great little write.