The Writing Desk

Standing at the fork of yet another
Roads 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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