Sign
I’m thoroughly unsure of what the day will bring
Joyous heart accepting any frustrations
Offset by the radiating warmth of my baby blue
Completeness mixed with dubious hesitation
Trusting the process like a 7-year old awaiting Saint Nick
Practice makes perfect but my failure to practice
Ensures an unreliable mind
To decide my fate
Praying the decisions are made in my stead
Pondering the copious abundance of open pathways
Left, right, or straight I shall find my way
A dove pondering a line or a bush
Hoping for salvation to come
With the decision that will asphalt my way
Conflicting desires confronting themselves
Leaving me awash in a tide swirling to and fro
Today I shall drift among the chilling confusion
Of my mind grappling with the decisions
That will come in due time while I patiently wait on the sign
