The hardest choice is often the easiest,
you know the answer
no matter how much you deny
the facts of life,
the facts of love
and what it means to care.
And where do you go for solace,
a drive in the car,
a walk in the woods?
The simple things,
the things good
that are yours and yours alone.
And what do you call home,
the place where you hide
or where you hold against the tide?
Life breaks like waves,
crashing onto the shore,
pulled out to the stormy sea
but always coming back for more...
circa 2000
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