Decisions, choices, forks
In this long, long road...
The big ones seldom seem
As important as they really are.
I'm not sure what I expected really.
Perhaps some cosmic guideposts.
Or a talking GPS for My Path.
But what would it say?
"Careful, sistah, this next
Step is a doozy"?
Or "Whoa. Take a breathe.
Don't be a stubborn ass"?
Hell I'd settle for a vague,
Hand-drawn map of the
Territory...perhaps dropped
From the celestial pocket
Of some careless angel...
Perhaps cliff notes from
His terrestrial journey...
But I reckon
It does not really work that way.
"The play is the thing."
My path is mine to live
My way into, I must forge ahead
On my own, stubbing my toe
And cursing the stones in the road,
Making some mistakes so often
They are my travel companions.
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