who has come to a fork on the road
shall i flip a coin
or allow the breeze
to lead me on
if the dirt has dug its way
into the soles of my shoes
but my soul is not ready to rest
shall i lay my head down
or build a ship
to take me across
the waters they stretch far and wide
but muddy fields beckon me forth
ready to allow me to sink
time will take me forward
if my feet are willing to shuffle along
while the decisions should be mine
i quite often relent
to the direction the trees line
where the stars are brightest that night
which mountains the birds fly towards
but it is okay
i am quite okay
because being unsure
is just the way i am
being blessed with uncertainty
is just the greatest gift
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