The Wise Choice

There lay the paths, all seeming appealing;

And she, while thinking, avoided the empty feeling;

The feeling she always got when reminded of those paths,

The feeling, always being a burden on her heart.

They kept on telling her, be great at things you love;

Find your talent, work hard, and get a contended life;

And she, at the revelation of not having any passion,

Would hate herself, believing that she really deserved none.

Now as she sits back, and goes down her memory lane,

She smiles as she recalls the crossroad which was such a pain.

She is now content, being the rainbow of her own cloud;

And finally, and truly, of herself, she is proud.