One of the few poems I have memorized,
Purposes And Plans
Purposes and plans,
For the destiny of man,
In the hands of powers,
Who fear to comprehend,
It could be the downfall,
It may mean the end.
With sails set full
We must tack against the storm
Between riptide and whirlpools
A deadhead does us harm
Thrown off course all hope is lost
The panicked strive for any path
Tread upon the lives it cost
Someone reaches the helm at last
But with no course in mind
Turns to ride the waves
An earnest voice calls from behind
'You know not what you do!
Within you dwells the fear of sea,
We shall not make it through!'
Softly spoke the helmsman
'This is our destiny,'
And sure enough he sank the ship
And set their spirits free.
So the ship sank,
You live to hear
You live still
Realizing or just seeing
The words here.
Did you swim?
Do your thoughts fly?
Can we live forever?
Do you accept we die?
If you do,
Do you cry?
Have you ever found happiness
In a sigh?
Are you sad when your hopes die?
Can you hear the thoughts of yesterday?
Are you pulled away
So you may never say
I felt today?
If the movement makes your head spin,
Someone is lost
Where we have been.
Tis only a a thought,
Small or large,
You have to seek the answers,
But ask no member of man,
For the feelings there.
The people of earth,
Animals of reality,
Can only be,
Figures of life.
And yet some who are inside
Lose to ones who speak louder.
(by SMS, passed on with permission, no copy rights)

All on whatever path you choose, let it be your own now.