Standing at the Crossroads

So what do the crossroads of life look like?I only ask for there I stand.There is far more than just two choices,for dozens haunt my every move.I can't go back and change my life,and right ahead like branches of a tree,lay paths of greatest uncertainty.All I see is a dense fogshrouding all resolutions of the choices I make.Where do I turn?Which path is the bestto reach my desired destination?The future I hold  is within the tips of my fingers,and only one leads to the futureI see in my most vivid dreams.Should I move north to the clearest of skies?Or should I stay put to vanquish the lies?I know what I want which is a good start,yet perils and failures veil what is forthecoming.I must undoubtedly learn from my mistakes,for they are the foundation of what's to be great.Longing I stand, at the brink of a decisive situation,that holds my future in one of two solutions.Will I be great beyond all expectation,or shall I remain unknown to many great nations?So here I am, at my own crossroads,where I have made a choice,that determines what's imminent.So now you see me,but will you see me again?All I know is that should I arrive,a complete name will accompany,that is perfectly mine.And then I'll forever remain,in public eye.I've made the decision to move to Colorado, and I hope that I can become what I want to become there. My whole life has revolved around writing, and it's in that way that I hope to live. I guess we'll see. Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 04:18 PM PST   0 • 12