| Another poem I stood in the middle of a road
In front of me, a paved highway
my life was
On the sides I saw the desert
On the horizon I saw the clear blue sky
I couldn't see where the road ended, I couldn't see where it starts
Should I go forward?
I can't go back
Should I stay right here?
I would rot and die
What could that road hold in store?
Is it good? Is it bad?
Who is there at the end?
Will I regret having walked it at the end?
I stare in hesitation
in front of me, the big nothing. |