The Beckoning Hand

 

I have no choice, I must come

The beckoning future will not be denied

I cannot stay within today.

What if today could last forever

Would I want to stay here?

 

I have a choice

I can do this or that or even this

But, I cannot wait where I am

So I choose choosing…….

Or do I choose not choosing

So that the future just happens

Like tomorrow’s sunrise

 

Point Reyes