Should I stay or should I go????

A poem about descions that life forces us to make.

Is the answer within the 

absence of this familiar life? 

Sedentary sentiment, 

cemented thoughts that these faces 

where all I needed. 

Truly did life 

in all its malleability, 

show me something more 

than a petrified 

way of thinking and acting. 

Glorified mud is all we are, 

vapors in a tempest, 

and butterflies, 

in a torrential down pour? 

Change is constant, 

in the moment, 

vision has to go father 

than the end of the 

nose on your face. 

Ultimately we effect the destiny, 

that was hand picked, 

whether abiding in that divine distinction 

or choosing a way most rebellious. 

The choices born from the reality, 

knowing life is not fair, 

weigh on each of our shoulders. 

We are the ones who decide, 

what is allowed, 

within our minds to abide. 

So do i travel lands anew, 

or stay within the fold of wayward souls. 

Should this desire drive, 

or should these wants become a memorial and die.......  

Author's Note

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