Words From The Infinity...

Brazen...

My nonchalance did not stem
from the catcalls wrapped in ferns
Hurled at me for my choices improper
For abandoning gold, settling for copper.

My decisions, right and wrong,
Scupt my inclinations so strong
From the clay of beliefs i stand by
Casted in the furnace of my own sharp mind.

My reflection sometimes flinches skeptically
With an unknown affliction, subliminally,
Curving the creases on its visage
Asking if i would alter past mistakes.

I ash my smoke with an answer so certain
Indifferent to every single opinion
For even if i had to live over again
Not tread another path, I'd be the same!

Looking back...
at my decisions gone astray...
Owning them.
With no regrets...
I'll choose them over again!