Untitled – Day 4
You stand at the bottom of two roads.
A triangle of hell.
Choose right, or choose left,
or choose right, or choose wrong.
You are sleepless and restless and dazed and jumpy and wired and crazy,
because neither road seems bad or good or bad or good or good or bad.
Days turn into nights turn into days turn into nights.
Different people, different places, different animals, different loves, and different losses to experience.
And different climates.
Sunshine or storms or moonbeams or rainbows.
Indecision is a loud buzzing in your ears.
Mystery is swirling around your head.
Your life has become blurry.
There is no sign, no epiphany, no wise old owl.
There are only lists of pros and cons and pros and cons,
written on receipts and napkins and post-it notes.
Your life, on a post-it note.
You close your eyes, put your arm straight out in front of you, point your finger, spin around and around, stop, open your eyes,