PathsA Poem by John StussyIt's a stereotypical poem of future decisions. :P Nothing special, just put in my own words.If I choose this What will happen with that? The two paths Branching before me Are more complex Than they seem, For I know for fact Each has its branches. Also each has different Qualities of completeness, With possibilities of rainy skies Thrown into the mix as well. It’s a choice like any other, This or that, That or this. Seemingly clean-cut. But it isn’t that easy. So I sit here on this stump Wedged in the fork in the paths. The sun is starting to go down, Darkness coming soon. The decision is rough, With fog and corners Obscuring the twists I know are there. © 2008 John StussyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 28, 2008AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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