Janelas

My soul has many windows, where I can look.  

Some have a reflection of a past time, 

memories that I don't want to take.
Some windows show the horizon of time that has not yet come,
of paths yet to be followed and choices that I have not yet made.
My soul has so many windows, I don't know where to look.
Some windows I need to open and some I need to close.
There are so many windows ... How can I decide?