Time is a river
Time always delivers
Time is not kind
Won’t let you erase and rewind
There’s no turning the clock back
But I hear the ticking fade and 3 windows beckon me
With a raspy whisper — Come and see, come and see!
Glancing at them I knew a decision must be made
The whispers are taunting me — come and see!
Behold the three windows, look into each one carefully
One was my ideal life, the other my love and I together
Another window world led to a life that could be
What a relief it would be to finally have the life I’ve always wanted
How humbling to see the hopes and desires of another
A glimpse into their world for just a moment
Impossible to see every component
But spectacular views, indeed!
I close my eyes, painting the picture with bright hues
Wondering which window world should I choose?
Window No. 3 the window world to a life that could be!
Tears trickle down my face — a brand new start for me!
Yet, I cannot open the window
The universe is pushing back
Hard rain hits the glass, thunder rattles
The window and me
My avoidance doesn’t help either
I am the Keeper, rub it in deeper
I know no one else can do this for me
Everything I ever wanted is behind that glass
I am faced with the overwhelming gift of possibility
Possibility is so immense — a gift so intense
I choose Window World No. 3!
The window flung open this time like the turn of a key
Duck, deep breath — I step through Window World No. 3
Not knowing what’s in store for me
I close my eyes, then look to the sky
Choosing to “not know” because
I don’t need the script to every one of my shows
Going to take Papa’s advice:
Enjoy the journey! Remember to stop and smell the roses along the way!