I am at the crossroad
Breathing the air of uncertainty
With time stretching his tongue, mocking me with intensity
I am at the crossroad
Trimming the taunts of decision
Pruning the feeling of possible mistakes
And sweating profusely with fright
Even the winds are telling me their choices
And the voices are challenging the air with vigour
Which road do I take?
Which road lies the heart of truth to the heavenly destination?
They all look promising
Maybe I must close my eyes and walk straight ahead.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 