The Choice

I’m sitting on the front porchOf my life and all of timeIs stretching out before meWhile the sun pretends to climb

And all the power in the worldRests in my own weary voiceFor I can change the journeyOf my life with but a choice

To leave it all for all untoldOr stay behind and make believeThat every dream I ever dreamtWas never meant to be achieved

And so the choice becomes a quandaryWith the power to directThe very pathway of my lifeAnd every point that I connect

So I am asking for a signFrom any willing to bestowOr maybe I’ll just let the breezeGuide me silent, soft, and slow