Crossroads…a poem and a reality.

Tick tock, tick tock, the clock frowns accusingly,

My mind darts for the shadows,

My conscience stops excusing me.

 

Standing at the crossroads, a life about to change,

Pausing at what’s familiar,

Drawn to what is strange.

 

Like a dog to his vomit, like a moth to the flame,

I can forever burn,

By choosing to stay the same.

 

I strain toward the future, while weeping for the past,

My history a shadow,

My dreams within reach at last.

 

Never say never, refuse to let dreams die,

Accept with sweet surrender,

Succeed with gentle sigh.

 

Goodbye mediocrity…at long last, goodbye.

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