Sometimes life seems to pass in a rushing haze, <br />sometimes it remains frozen in an endless gaze. <br />I sit besides the water and wonder what brought me here, <br />was it vanity, fate, love, or some other emotion yet unclear. <br /> <br />Sometimes doing what is right seems impossibly hard, <br />sometimes the option to do wrong impossible to discard. <br />I sit besides the water and wonder what wrought this fear, <br />was it sanity, to late, from above, ruling this inner sphere. <br /> <br />Sometimes however in a moment all just seems right, <br />like a warm but forceful embrace by a new spring's light. <br />Birds twittering in the prequel glow of a novel dawn <br />leaving only questions as to what sequel today will spawn <br /> <br />We never become guilty by anything that, for anyone, we feel. <br />Only by the things we fail to do, to make a loved ones life heal. <br />Love may run amock when it returns to a life gone stale, <br />but never can that serve as an excuse for betrayal.<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hyde-self-wrought/
