A thought flashed, with which I could meddle
‘Since no cue was forth-coming,
I’d just hit the ground and be running’
You, having found you on a cross-road
To make a choice can be to you, a hell of load
North or South, East or West
You never know which is best
Even harder it is, making a choice
When each seems to appeal with more voice
But there must be a road not taken; at least three
Tragically or not, only one is free
But still caught out in the in-betwixt
The situation must be remedied, fixed
Wait no longer, and for nothing fickle!
Your Heart can solve the riddle
Austyn Chimbuoyim
