Amber Gil Poet I do not know?

Choices

Questions rolling around in my mind. Like a tumble weed in a bare desert, rolling across the 
hills not knowing its destination. Where it will land or how many hills it will roll over? Only 
picking up where the hot dry wind will take it. Choices in life our like hot dry desert. 
Sometimes they seem so easy and yet at times our choices flow like the wind. Sometimes 
the winds slaps our face a little hard at times.  Our choies we make will affect us through 
time and will flow like the wind into the future...

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Michael Jordan February 21, 2009 at 8:26 AM Blowing aimlessly in the wind across the desert - Some choices do seem like that - and the wind slapping the face but the part i truly love was the ending - It was a very wise assessment of how crucial our choices truly are - God Bless, MJ

Michael Jordan February 21, 2009 at 8:22 AM Amber - I once spent a great deal of time in a prison cell all alone 23 hrs a day contemplating my life and how certain choices I made sent my life in a huge downward spiral even though at the time I seemed to be flying high as the eagles - I once wrote a poem called "The Hill Of Life" - I'll see if its posted and if not I will post it perhaps it can offer some insight from someone who made all the wrong choices in life - I loved your poem and the way you used the tumble weed -Cont.