In the field of opportunity,
the soil waits without judgement.
Steps fall where they will,
each one a beginning,
or an end.
No signs mark the way,
only wind,
and the weight of choice
in every seed we dare to plant.
......
In the field of opportunity,
the soil waits without judgement.
Steps fall where they will,
each one a beginning,
or an end.
No signs mark the way,
only wind,
and the weight of choice
in every seed we dare to plant.
......