Which Way?

I asked the sun so kindly

“What door shall I take?

Should I go left or right

This decision I can’t make!”

She smiled very sweetly

“You know what I’m to say

There really is no change

To what I said the other day!”

“So how about the left?” I said

“It may give me what I want

It’ll big up my ideas

In gold, italic font

Or maybe right is best

A way I’d never planned

Leaving the big city

Calling home sea and sand

Or… one day I’m in one

And another day, the other

One day I could have money

And the other day, a lover

Or right arm in the left door

And left goes in the right

Each hand fondling something

Keeping something outta sight

Another option is

I just stay where I am

So what do ya say, stay put?”

The sun replied “yes ma’am”

Strong

I thought I knew who I was

It seemed I was very wrong

Mostly thought of as being flakey

I hoped people would see me as strong

But then one day when they did

I got scared as I don’t want to be

Someone other than whom I’m familiar

So I’ll go back to flakey old me

And maybe I am strong some days

But I’ll be that behind closed doors

Like a flower that blooms behind roses

There’s no ‘ultimate being’ laws

So for now I’ll just be who I am

To not worry how others perceive

As they’ll see what they see, as they see it

And their view is the one they’ll believe

So yes, I’m as flakey as hell

Changing mind at the drop of a hat

Once I’m strong to be strong than I’ll be

And I can’t do better than that.