Standing at this crossroad,
Am clueless of the path,
That brought me here,
And also of the one,
I should take.
Standing at this crossroad,
Am filled with regret,
For the wrong turns taken,
And those turns,
That I failed to take.
Standing at this crossroad,
I look at the paths ahead,
All dusty and desolate,
Not a soul in sight,
With wisdom to partake.
Standing at this crossroad,
Realization hits me,
I am truly alone,
The ambiguous cloud that's future,
Is mine to make.
First, know where you want to go.
ReplyDeleteThen, go where you want to go.
You are your own pilot and you can choose your Destination.
papa