Here at the Crossroad

I’m slowly making my way down the street

Riding shotgun, the wisest part of me

I notice the portal, wide open

Beckoning me to come venture on in

Like I often do, I start to sit back

Why risk all this for an uncertain that?

Though I have dreams of a pretty great life

Fear of failure blinds me with its bright light

My wise high self is speaking real low

“Through that portal is where you want to go

The unknown, though scary, can be a thrill

You’ll never know if you choose to stay still

“Look over here at this slate that is clean

The cursor waiting to write out your dream

There are many awaiting your debut

They know you’ll deliver, you always do”

I stand at this crossroad, looking both ways

Do I go for it or just play it safe?

Then Spirit opens a vision to me

Of how each pathway could possibly be

Off to my left, I’m carrying a lot

Assuming, without this, I would be lost

But I’m not as strong as I used to be

A stranger comes and takes the load from me

Assuming they’re kind, giving assistance

I’m grateful and offer no resistance

In no time, I understand what I’ve lost

Everything’s gone while my soul pays the cost

To my right, a beautiful gypsy trail

I let myself absorb all this entails

There’s nothing to carry, everything’s here

Paved with colorful threads of peace and cheer

My physical self sees this as chaos

Structure, schedules and rules are found here not

Then I realize this appeals to me

This nomadic place, where I want to be

My wise self says, “Choose the way you will go

Be firm in your choice, since you can’t have both”

I feel my soul smile as I close my eyes

My decision made, I turn to the right