im kinda new here so yeah this is a poem i wrote a while ago. forgive my spelling.
Standing at a crossroad trying to make up your mind
Standing at a crossroad taking your sweetime.
The right side reads expected and the left undefined.
This choice should be so easy
Yes it really should be
Should you take expected and walk that solid line
Finding nothing hidden behind your back
With never a hidden sign
Yet your eye settles on undefined
This road seems hidden and dark
And dark clouds show signs of rain
Heartache and pain
Standing at a crossroad trying to make up my mind
Staring at the signs I got right
No one wil ever know why
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
