Decisions

Who in the world knows which way to go?
 When does the road become clear, and you are enlightened to focus and think
 For paths and journeys, they entwine into one
 Helplessly swallowing the life that is to come.
 Lost and alone you wallow in confusion
 Lulling in the silence of the days and the years as they fly hastily by.
 Great Eagles soar high above clouds and sky
 ‘My teeth are swords
 My talon, a knife
 I shall pick my moment
 I shall take my time
 And then I will end that little Shrew's Life.'

 Stealth and precision, masterfully crafted by time
 Simply flowing, unfolding, no decision or thought
 Let it uncurl and will I then see?
 Which way to go and what will I be?

 Majestic woodpeckers scratch in my head
 Cascading harrowing thoughts of judgement and dread.
 Endlessly knocking and waiting and swaying
 It desires a decision
 Who will crack first, myself or my head?
 It is not a question I would like to answer
 But clocks are ticking
 Suns are setting
 I need to know now and I need to know soon
 A lycanthrope prowls in shadowed darkness
 And there is a glow in the moon.

 Mist floods our mind, brightness slows
 You feel yourself captured by the riptide
 Bewilderment is all that is left
 Taking a breath you stumble onto nest
 And take a step into the dark
 Not looking back
 Not a privilege you can have
 A tunnel of vines whispers around, stalking your move, haunting your sound
 Trust in that choice, and then you will see
 This is what I am and this is what I will be.