I am at the cross-roads
where many paths seem
to lead me to where the grass
is greener on the other side
or so it appears to be
every opportunity is lingering with
uncertainty wrapped in vaulted
vestibules, luring the mind to slice
any tentacles of doubt
I harbor more certificates
and more certificates to support
more certificates
but those are all I have
waiting for Hope
like a desperate prostitute
needless of any recruiters
then, again, looking back
at what has been, or what might
have been, is like recharging
the mind to move forward
where the future is dancing
in the wind without looking back
with lingering anticipation
I am at the cross-roads.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it seems like you're talking about me too...i'm waiting for that hope and inspiration...let's hope we all make the right decision...great poem