May 18, 2004
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up ahead, there’s a fork in the road
i walk the beaten path
and the fork is just ahead now
i can count the number of steps on my hand
it goes into four directions
through the dreariness of this forest
i cannot tell which ones
wind slowly back to the beginning
fear envelops me
confusion warps my brain
which path shall i choose?
from here where i stand,
they all look the same
tears slowly fall
i timidly step out,
not knowing which way to go
i cannot see any lights
at the end of any of them
i stand, lost
i cannot stand here forever
my mind plays tricks on me
my eyes do not show me
what is really there
i must guess
i am afraid of failure
of the wrong choice
“oh dear god please help me”
i cry
Comments (3)
It is a hideous game. I don’t want to play it. But it makes everything better when I do. Well, for other people. The only good thing about it is instead of focusing on myself, I can focus on others and learn more about life and people in general. That really is the only good thing about it. I like your poem.
That’s kinda what I feel right now. There are so many alternatives, but I just don’t know the right one. I’ve made too many wrong decisions, but I’m very proud of the right ones I’ve made. There’s a saying about life. It goes, “Life is the journey, not the destination.” I wish your journey to be a safe one.
I hate playing the games people make me play, but it must but done in order to survive.
You are a perosn who seems to have found their voice.
A rare and wonderful thing,
Searchingwithin