Authored: November 17, 2023

The dead end watches me
from afar
The only way forward
or there are....
others?
Still, I run to it
knowing the massacres
So, be it?

Life mocking me, from her golden threshold
at my face, miserable to behold
"Look at your choices" she says,
"guided by your sense, ruining your days"

Choices made for the better
by chance or by reason
for me always turn bitter
Is it the egoist's treason?

The light from her
she guides me
The certitude of an uncertainty
Sometimes high or just a glow
still the only thing I know
for the better.

Still, I run, searching for a trace
the shadow likes to cast
Would it be too much space
for me to grasp?

But there is, they say
The other way.

One day I knew
I wanted to go
Live my life to the fullest.

And make something beautiful
For you.

But how?