WildoParks

I had hoped to be settled by now,
sitting somewhere relaxed,
or telling stories
or examining concepts.
yes, I imagined the journey would continue
but I  was counting on a path.
But now, there isn't one
only crossroads.
Places that lead to another calamity.
And I do not grin
when the roads meet.
They are the slowly clasped hands
of decision and existence.
To do nothing is itself a decision
leading into consequence
And so every day,
I am at a crossroad.
A point where I must change my decision
reevaluate what I have decided.
I see it as a failure.
And I see the growth as heartbreak,
Where contentment had paved my way
I see it has lead me
into the unknown, naked,
panicked, senses left dull...
As I walk some nights,
through the gardens of choice
I am left only with my faith,
which I am told,
sees best,
in darkness.