I found myself, facing a decision
A decision so hard, it had to be done with precision
Sometimes in life, there's a fork in the road
It stresses you out, it changes your mode
Now you feel confused
There are no signs, to make you feel unused
Inside, you're helpless
Your mind is tired and restless
You know you must come through
With this decision facing you
Is it the road paved with gold?
Or the one in rusted blue.
C. Vergara
09.09.2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a brilliant write....10++++