Bad Choices

3/8/15 I heard a lot of sad voices And made many bad choices Until I understood that always being mad was pointless I was feeling much better With or without a jacket made of duck feather I was up and ready for whatever As others mocked with scrutiny It did not ruin me Because there was an opportunity For proper unity As I offered two or three Pieces of copper jewellery They rejected it and fought brutally But were soon caught in the doom to be Where there was not enough room to breathe I knew that very few believed In me and you truthfully Unless we would soon achieve Everything under the moon and seas It was harder To think even smarter When trying to get farther But it was worth something larger If you had the ardor And were willing to be a pathway carver With or without a set of armour When the surroundings got even darker Several miles from the closest harbor