Paths

[Cirse]

Paths




The paths lie stretched before you, beckoning
Which one should you take?
The one that seems easier
Or the one that seems exciting?

You’ve spent so much of your time traveling
Now you’re here, paralyzed with indecision
I don’t think I can help you choose
It simply wouldn’t be right.

Why?
Well, because…
Your path may not be the same as mine.
If I choose for you, it could be disastrous.

Oh, don’t snivel at me.
You are the one that insists on finding yourself.
I think its better to loose yourself,
But that’s only my opinion.

Believe me
I’ve lost myself often enough to know
In joy, in anger
In sorrow, in pleasure

It seems to be the joy and pleasure
You have trouble with
You’ve got anger and sorrow in plenty.

Well, listen up.
That doesn’t make you special
I think it’s rather sad
The way you cripple yourself

Well, I am moving along now.
I think I’ll go this way…

[Neurolanis]

Nice poem, Cirse.

I like:

Well, listen up.
That doesn’t make you special
I think it’s rather sad
The way you cripple yourself

[LightBrigade]

The initial premise is a choice between easy and exciting. As exciting appears here, opposed to easy, it is understood as challenging and less easy. It also makes easy appear as dull. So the real question is dull versus difficult.

This further reveals of the early questioning of a lot of people, if not almost every youth.

The dialogue with the self makes the poem very interesting indeed!

The dialogue ends with another indecisive move although the fact it is a move is important: the poet still can not decide, even after writing the poem - the poem ends with an unspecified choice stated. This effort, the expression of the problem in this poem shows an answer has not been found. Had it been found, it would have been named.

That there is potential to be found, is indicated and makes the reader hope. It lies in what Neurolanis so remarkably noted above *s*