Opportunities
Fall in
Handfuls of string
That guide you
Home through
Fairy tale forests
Of hidden intentional
Decisions
I sit idle
Watching stands fall
Until human figures
Grow from where
Chances land
Grasping my hand
Leading me
Slowly
Waiting for a reaction
From their
Inticing persuasion
Pondering their thoughts
I was confused where to go
There was much that lied ahead
And many roads behind me
I had started
But not finished.
Fear colored signs
Ended my visits
Forks in the road
But no path in front could sate
My growing curiosity
Of what could have made yesterday
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