In clouds of colors
mountains high
alone and far from strife
gasping air
feet flying free
I chase the scent of life
Soul in flight
heart on fire
I charge at hidden schemes
In icy mist
white blinds the path
lost visions of my dreams
I stumble then
mistake my tread
and face falls into snow
It now becomes
a simple choice
To answer “yes” or “no”
No I stop
or Yes I go
in search of my true name
I choose,
plunge on
to find my path
I choose life’s mystery game
Tio Stib
© 2014
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