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by Ruben on Aug.12, 2008, under Archive
The fork in the road is coming fast -
important decision must be made.
I don’t know the path. It’s dark.
My compass spins wildly around the dial. Useless.
Free of bearings and landmarks, I will go
left, no, right.
Sadness pounds on me like the stinging autumn rain.
There is no right path. There is only the path I take.








