Which do you choose?

I ask myself whether I want to be As open as a rose fresh and fragrant

or to be hard and cold like a rockThat weathers all that comes.

For an open rose is thrown into A weathering storm torn and shredded it shall be.

While a rock can be hit by lightning,Rolled by thunder, blown by wind, and poured upon Yet it dries and seems to be unharmed.

Some say you can't be charmed?

While others are only harmed.

For I do not know any answers I only have the questions in my mind

Those of which swirl like the sandIn the middle of the Sahara Desert.

For I do not know which I favor

The rose or the rock.