Precious
"Precious and fragile things"
Depeche Mode moves and makes me sing.
Reminds me of the days back when
Music was my source of zen.
Building a mystery
words that echo effortlessly
Going back to songs I find
Spinning always in my mind.
Paying attention now I see
All songs loved are for me
Coincidence maybe so
I choose fate for my ego.
Nomads wander through this life
Discovering gifts but sometimes strife.
It all depends on how you choose
To take a chance with your hearts shoes.
Do you allow them to lead you
Or does your brain see you through?
Are you scared of what you'll find
Better to saunder blind?
Do you choose life
or does it choose you?
The ultimate question
to ensue!
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