Choices; Places
A poem about what a place is, and what it costs to keep choosing one.
What is any place Is it a promise dreamt in the night of golden days ahead
Is it the people that brush past you when you need them most to stop and say they love you
Or is it the secret life hidden on every street that seduces you and makes you feel like you belong
What is any place but a bookmark on life’s journey sometimes a whisper in the wind sometimes a stain on the soul
How far do I travel Where do I rest Who do I trust What choices do I make
I want to hang my hat but I don’t own one I want to put up my feet but am scared of doing it alone
Is a place a choice or is it an inevitable cruel joke, unsolicited advice nonsense so incredible
That life itself rebels, rejects, tears asunder any hope, any happiness any chance of a better tomorrow.
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