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