Sitting at the Crossroads,

06 Sep 2005

Quraz
I find myself at the crossroads
a place where my path branches.
They are a desolate place.
Vultures wait on a hangman’s tree,
The noose, silent, yet calling for me.
Omen of the future?
And there I sit,
Where the roads converge,
To wait a while,
In the company of dust and bones
of those who’ve failed.
Waiting for another traveler to come.
I'm not sure who this traveler is,
And I don’t know if I should wait.
I should pick my path,
My own path.
north, south, east or west?
I stand.
 
Even the longest journey starts with small steps.

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