Decisions

This is the first proper poem I ever wrote ( on the 28/11/11 to be exact).

Decisions.

Which way to go?

Three choices lie before me.

To continue with the path I am on.

To deviate to another.

Straight ahead lies my current path,

one which is of high satisfaction to me.

A path which has chosen me.

A good path.

To my left lies the path

I have yearned to follow

for nigh on five years.

Yet that path is blocked by another.

To my right lies the path

I have yearned to follow

since the time of transition.

Yet that path does not choose me.

Three paths lie before me.

And another is beginning to take root.

One which could be good.

But my current path feels right, fits.

Yet still laden with choices.

Which way to go?

Decisions. 

The End

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