The Writing Desk

Standing at the fork of yet another
Road diverged and yellow wood

Knowing now
That I’m fading with age
(As all things do)

That it isn’t so much what is chosen
As much as adherence to the choice
And coherence of the story

That “Where do you want to go today?”
Is the only answerable question

And that it isn’t about a wise answer
As much as the wisdom of answering

~ Hezaasan, (c) 2018

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