Asking for Directions
Tell me, please
Where, oh where, does this road go?
We walk, job, run, skip, gallop
Frolic along this awkward path
But just where is it we're going?
Will the path forever be like this?
Or, maybe, just maybe, there'll be
A fork in the road!
Why am I eagerly awaiting said division?
Do I want it?
I might not
But will I know when the path splits?
Do I have to splice it myself?
If I do, then will I have the courage?
Or will I continue to fake it
So long that things change drastically
And I'm the only one left on the path?