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!