Always a choice

Hopelessly treading the quicksand of thought,

Get out of the midst of the mist if I get the gist,

Depart from where I was desperately caught,

Away from the sea of fear, doubt, uncertainty, anger and hate,

Break through the chains of that rusty gate,

Fast track to a clear lake of love and peace,

Tranquility, stillness, silence awaits, I always have the choice to grasp or release,

To soothe my mind I choose no less, not getting lost in their distress.