NEXT YEAR

• Next Year •

Through my eyes i look ahead,

my troubles come not from lack of sight.

but rather, too many paths up which I could be led. 

Each day I find my new guiding light. 

 

to take a right or to take a left,

to continue going forward, 

or to stay put before the quest. 

My life as of now proves mostly disordered. 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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