The path to life

A person always has the potential to choose, for example, the path to life, usually depicting a life filled with dynamics and unpredictable. Life is mysterious because we never know what will happen in the future, Life is not only filled with joy, but also sadness and tears. All of that is a source of inspiration for many people to be poured into poetry. For example:

Tracing my lifeline on your back
Through every crossroads and shoulder blades
Above every vertebra under the gray sky
One step past the edge of the world
To where sighs and whispers fall

Where the grass is fed by my salty tears
Climbing the branches coloring my hair
To meet the path that is on my shoulder
They will see the finger pointing down

And jump like leaves in autumn
Taken in the air by my hand
They can know who they are and will be
As they rest their heads on my palm

When they wake up the morning comes
And they will smile
There are some things that everyone knows Like, for example,

April showers bring May flowers
And after the rain there is always a rainbow
And above the rainbow are painted seven colors
And at the end of those colors is a pot of gold
Everyone knows you can never reach the end
Who said
You are getting closer all the time Find your own

Rich crimson
Sharp orange yellow
Cheerful light yellow
Crisp green fresh Soft blue Violet calm Soft lilting indigo.
And who knows?

Maybe Just maybe In the end we might find our own pot of gold Orchids, jasmine flowers grow in the garden, decorate ourselves, this person is alone, who dares to give his heart? The road to the top looks at the sea, the waves recede in humility, bad writing, who demands that people prostrate themselves with divine gratitude?