Here at the crossroads
I wonder which way to go
Should I head straight
Or turn right
Or walk back the old road
Or take left-
to a distant land , unfamiliar and unknown
I ask myself
Unsure and silent
So what I do is this
I pitch my tent
There itself
Resting searching and wonderin'
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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beautiful poem. but tell you something, its the child in us that leads us out of such situations.
So let the child in you rise awake, and let her explore the directions, known and unknown. and before you let her explore, tell her that you shall be there to reach out and guide her back should she not like it.
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