Choices

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some days life is about the bloom

And some days it’s the thorn.
Some days we’re filled with boundless joy
While some just can’t be borne.
But most of that choice lies with us,
I’ve come to understand,
We can’t choose which garden we’re in,
But we choose where we land.