Crossroads

December 5, 2011
By ndafonte0618 SILVER, Milford, Massachusetts
ndafonte0618 SILVER, Milford, Massachusetts
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As I walk in the forthcoming forest,
I debate the decisions in my life.

Every time I come to a path,
Like a deer in headlights
I can’t make up my mind.

I study each path,
Piece by piece.

The right is dark; mysterious with flames,
The left is pure white;
Covered with a blanket of snow.

A voice beacons,
Pick a path.

Right or left?
Which will I choose?
If I wish wrong, I will lose.


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