The glass drops line the windowsill,
obscuring the truths that lie behind them -
Just as the dreams within the river -
beneath the ripples or subtle waves -
and they glisten under the pale moon -
a distant echo from a forsaken land.
The lightning falls - echoes into our lives
penetrating the past and mozaicing the future,
turning it into a larger picture of self-discovery versus limitations.
And who shall set those standards -
society's equivalent of the standardized test -
a form to complete, mail in and get your results in 30 days -
maybe less if you're lucky.
And how long does it take us to decide which path to take -
which answer to choose?
Simply we want to choose - have a choice -
over our own life - our own right -
our destiny - our detailed order -
future destination as women -
and this is where we get in life -
wherever we choose to lead ourselves -
Presuming, of course, that we have the right to choose at all.
