Introspection

The scent of wet fresh cut grass coating

the tongue and air around you lulls,

drawing out the inner storm,

gray with doubt and confusion

to question the future and the norm–

Are you in charge of your own destiny?

Today, tomorrow, future hours

fills with choices of right or wrong,

your consequences; move ahead, or 

a detour to enjoy and learn.

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