The Choice

I've forever my thoughts, but be that it not

What a shame it would be, for my memories to rot.

 

Coupled with gladness and depth of despair

This is my story, it's all I've to share.

 

I went round the world, yet still found a home

Realizing that love is wherever I roam.

 

Though rough winds do blow, and my breath it takes

I still have my heart, that never quite breaks.

 

So far I've encountered most wonderful things

But continues that stab which homesickness brings.

 

Nevertheless, I will carry on

For I'm finding myself ever so strong.

 

Struck with amazement by what lies in store

I feel myself changing, from inside my core.

 

The longer I stay, the more I discover

I'm not confined by one rule or another.

 

I'm free as a bird, to do as I choose

To work to be happy, or dwell in the blues.

 

For what looks like comfort, might truly be a cage

Only living my life can fill every page.

 

This life may not be what I had in mind

But it's turned out better, no need to rewind.

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