Stride

As they're in love
They waddle by
As they hold their hands
They take long graceful strides
They are lost in the wind
Of their own paradise
They sway when they look into each other's eyes
One loses balance
But no fear
There's someone there to save them

That, We are

My heart is saying many things
Beating at different rates
every second, minute, hour, day, month year, decade

It's whispering left and right
Here and over to the side
What am I supposed to do?

I do not know what to say
World is telling me NOW

What does my destiny really destine?
Are we to  live our lives making mistakes as choices?
Or have our choices make the mistakes that we are?
The Choices that we are...