A Path To Choose

Life, a gift, a canvas bright,

For every soul, a painter's light.

A masterpiece of joy and pain,

A symphony of sun and rain.

For all, it's meant, a precious art,

To feel the beat, a living heart.

To taste the sweet, to know the sour,

To bloom and grow each passing hour.

Yet, shadows creep, a mournful hue,

Where spirits yearn, a somber view.

Existence, then, a simpler state,

A quietude, without debate.

To live, to feel, to deeply yearn,

A mountain climb, a steep concern.

To simply be, a gentle slope,

Where weary souls find calm and hope.

 

But in this dance of light and dark,

A choice remains, a guiding spark.

To live or be, a question posed,

A path to choose, forever poised.