September 8th, 2016

A thought,

a plan

that morphed into a memory.

Where did my direction go?

How did I end up here?

 

I don’t know these walls,

I never thought I’d walk this path.

Am I old enough to keep this going?

 

I have seen how second-guessing

and meaningless choosing

have both destroyed

a young mind’s dream.

Soon I will be too gray

and cemented in my decisions

to make any more plans.

 

Hate and fear both offered their beds,

but I chose to remain pure.

I’m no longer a child

so therefore, my choices are my own.

I see no direction,

except the one in your eyes.

Calmly then, I’ll follow you home.