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It seems to me that every day twists and turns into a new road.  One day, I'm lead to a decision that will change the whole scenery.  And other days, I'm lead to believe that the unfamiliar territory has been with me all along.  Maybe that's just the crazy path I have happened upon.  Sometimes it seems as though I'm walking along this path just to take a stroll.  Just to see what might be outside.  But sometimes I find myself racing against nothing, passing every single rose without bending over to catch its scent, the trees on the sidelines just a blur of nature.  I don't really understand what controls this road.  Most people say that we choose our own path.  Other times, though, it feels like the path has chosen me.  Like I've ended up somewhere without knowing where the road even started.  Yet somehow, I have found myself to be okay with that fact.  I realize now that whoever or whatever controls the random path of my life, I can be comfortable.  I know that in the end, I get the final say.  No matter where I end up, I get to decide if I like it or not.  And I am the one to change that.

"today, skies are painted colors of a cowboy cliche"

XoXo,

rubycherrie