There’s a river, rushing and flowing,
leaves of trees blowing;
fall with the breeze, into a winding stream.
Carried away, they float like a dream,
amidst many forks and bends.
They journey down an uncertain way,
swept down deep crevices, dark recesses.
Sometimes the current brings to an end,
that trip, causing dismay.
Those unforeseen twists and turns,
confront you with choices and concerns.
Mountains of memories, valleys of guilt,
years of walls I’ve built,
have kept me safe and secure.
That burden weighs heavy as I mature..
Clocks and roadblocks,
keep me from moving ahead.
Realizing what could have been,
what I should have done instead.
I want to cry, I want to laugh,
that uncertainty plagues me over and over again.
Those fears and obstructions,
have blocked my path.
No compass pointing the way, no instructions,
I am lost, I stumble blindly in the dark.
I’ve left not a trace, nor a mark.