Pierced Perfection
Two Roads diverged by a yellow wood,
one froze my heart, and there I stood,
the other promised freedoms from my stife,
word was true, i got a better life.
Admiration for things big and smal
lead to chancese for all,
to find joy from an uncommon place, or a lover's call,
The clutches of depression are tight,
but even with all its might,
it falls to the prowess of a well placed embrace.
Remeber to follow joy in its hate,
For it never waits and passes us by,
so never let the pain of a late night cry,
to stop you from prevailing over yourself,
just know, joy is the greatest wealth.
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