Marks, unremovable and permanently etched in gold,
On my heart they lay,
despite the years of experience
Serving as reminders of what was, what is
Or maybe what should have been –
the Dream you don’t remember.
Peering into the future, I see it,
yet not as you do.
Eyes turned inside out,
closely examining what my mind has missed
Far away, however,
something else might have clicked within
Only that it was totally expected,
never for once out of character
Life is full of choices,
and no one has to remain the doormat
Unless, of course,
it is the ultimate test for faithfulness
Whichever way, whatever is yours,
would always come back to you.
A word, they say,
is enough for the wise