My future now splinters into many
leaving me quite unsure
which path leads where
Home. How do I get there?
The forest has stripped me
leaving me naked and cold
exposed to all around
Which road takes me home?
Each route marked by sign
all read, "follower beware"
leading myself through trees
home will be right there
I can't follow you home
or take another's pathway
copying your steps
would lead me astray
Home is my own place
mine is mine, yours is your
forging my own future
Home. Take your own course.
9/15/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
