Choose This Mist

The things we choose are the things we live out.

As I stare at this blank paper
I wonder all the things that could be written.
It could be hope.
It could be hate.
It could be love.
It could be pain.

Loss or gain it's all a part of life no one can escape.

As I stare at this blank canvas
I wonder all the things that could be painted.
It could be sun.
It could be stars.
It could be blood.
It could be dark.

Loss or gain; it's all a part of life no one can escape.
All this love all this hate; It's a part of life no one can escape.

We deal, we feel, we kneel, we heal.
We all are blinded by a light that is blazed by our own fight for rights.
Of all the things that could exist we ourselves choose this mist.