For those making a grand entrance,
the gates are already closed
My heart already chose
It chose safe and steady silence,
simplicity of effort,
not rapid pace of violence
It chose the familiar,
what’s already known,
not winds of change
who you touch, and they’re gone
It chose when it was chosen,
It wanted to wait, no longer
Why wait for happiness,
my heart said
Why crave for strange and exquisite things,
when you can love what you already have?
Spirit of Tara 