I woke up this morning early with the start of this poem running through my head. Had to get it down before it went away. Hope you can relate.
As You Travel By Franklin Price 3/2/2016 As you travel through this life Do you hear a little voice Each time you reach a fork In the road and have a choice? Is there a little feeling In your gut that makes it tight Telling you one way is wrong And the other one is right? Best to listen to that voice And the tightness that you feel Experience is showing you That the choice is yours and real No one can make it for you Though they may show the way In the end the choice is yours to make As you travel day to day The voice and feeling always there To Show the path and give the nod If all is right when the choice is made Could be the hand of God If a second voice interrupts the choice And you know that voice it is wrong Could be the devil tempting you To a place you don't belong In the end it's binary The choices only two The voices there to tempt The choices up to you
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