Standing at the point of decision.
Crossroads.
Rail and car cross in time.
The road bends into the unknown.
Two rails held apart by strong ties.
Standing at the junction of fear and longing,
contemplating the turmoil of the heart.
Safety or adventure.
Dull certainty or exciting confusion.
Sanding at indecision.
Heart and head.
Feet and hands.
All pulling in different directions
as a feeling from above
pulls eyes upward
to see twin cloud trails
converging in the distance.
Vanishing point where
perspective merges,
and souls melt into eternity.
Till next week,
Andrew
So true. Great poem.
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Thanks.
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Yes, I totally understand what you are talking about here!
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Cool!
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I wish there was a double-like button. 🙂
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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I get it. Well done, Andrew.
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Thank you. I kind of liked it too.
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Undecided I stand at that point
Unable to move till I make up my mind
Shall I remain rooted forever?
Or make up my foolish mind?
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Good questions to ask, better to answer. 😉
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Standing there, feeling the fear fighting with the longing, nodding my head and thinking, “How many times have I been standing at the point of indecision?”
Too many times.
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Yup, too many times.
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