July 11, 2015 - Poetry

Pondering the future,
My mind embraced
In the arms of the past,
I consider now.
What may be?
The bifurcation of time
Into possibility
Means I fail
And I succeed.
When the path less travelled
Crosses the road I crawl
Waits a hapless cat
Who points in all ways.
To the left, right,
Up, down, and back
Whence I came.
Forward then, into the unknown,
Hiding temerity,
I step.

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