That Wisdom of Choice...

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What path shall you choose, those paths where you have won when you felt power and pride or the paths you have lost where you felt weakness and pain
In those quiet hours of contemplation, where you paved your claims with gold and all lined up with right balance of silk yet so fine
The paths before me are stretched, the other is shorter, rough with thorns and steep is inclined, the other is longer, safer and the common route
The first call sweetly whispers with its siren song, the second warns of a trial all day long, with regrets like fever burns that create chills that make your muscles shake…

Those path may not always glitter that marks your wins, your fresh may weaken, those joints may creak and ache until you could easily learn the harder challenges
Through sickness brings its burden not claiming what time will take away, for bodies heal when the right time to mend
And your strength returns as you know the values you needed to face one by one, nothing heals like time, certain illness lies a sacred kind of grace, the right amount you needed
It teaches us patience, sets you at a humble pace where comfort dulls and pressures you to turn every page until you rage or to turn you into your humble pace…

Every body softens in its cushioned like life’s realm, an ease that will take you firmly like a helm, each pressures are sought to bring weakness in its wake
Until our strength that we can no longer stake, but far deeper that your body who wanted to decline like running poison in your veins
That cup of wealth is just fine to the soul, once be brighter with a virtue of a steady flame isn’t healthy that grows dim as you feel the stakes of luxury from within
It grows, it makes you crave more and more, especially when you feel hardship that seems too high of a cost, that could run you dryer than you can imagine…

Control that sip through your finger like a fine sand, watch how the garden sips water for their root to take away every bit of moisture they can have
Each treasure is gained like greed that opens the next door to your kind of world that can be worshiped from dozens of desire that you almost wanted
The heart will grow restless, will never be always satisfied until it reaches its peak, seeking the things that cannot be denied by a human being that craves affection
In pursuit of pleasure, we lose the things that matter the most to us, especially when greed holds you back and sways the scales of justice that others might obtain, earned through trial and pain throughout the years misunderstood…

Watchwords:
Say I choose the the harder way
The light that you might obtain
The strength of your spirit and will within
Knowing the pain and growth

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:

“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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