CLIMB. LEAP. LOOK

There’s a path on the right and left:
Right, nothing is left. Left, nothing is right,
Opinions are left with decisions to make,
Fictitious or not, they are made for a reason,
Existence is for accomplishment of time,
These unequal fingers are windows to see,
From learning to live one knows how to die.

Eyes carry messages only told in gazes,
Mouth, the ‘careless can be careful’ one,
Ears are dark pathways, brain is light,
Wrongs are right like rights are wrong,
Listen, see, think, know, before you speak,
For broken mirrors tell stories in fragments,
And every chapter written is a reflection,
Be the cloud in peace with sun, moon and star

Wildkhard [TA]