Things are rarely as they seem

A vail of decisions,

Paths and alterations,

Endless choices to choose from.

But what you can always count on

Is that it will always be there

To help you through these crossroads

What is it you might ask?

It’s something that everyone has

Appears differently to each own

There is no name to that which I speak

Only it is not an all powerful presence

As it’s bound by the earth

Realistic and pragmatic

Demanding nothing of you

But your attention