Decisions
Life compares to an ever winding maze
One must make choices, either left or right
Every one turn throws you in different ways
Sometimes paths may seem dark, but might turn light
I took physics, although I hated math
Dreading I’d fail, I sat in the front row
Then somehow my other half crossed my path
But no love comes at first sight, just comes slow
I still wonder what led to take that class
I’ll never fathom how I fell in love
I’ll never fathom how I did pass
But I found love as pure as a white dove
Mazes are complex, stay strong if you're lost
But all worthwhile happens at a cost
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