Going nowhere
FAST
and no one to
blame
but myself.
I guess I let
life
get to me.
Not enough
faith
pride
courage
balls.
The clock has been
ticking
tick
tock
I've run out of
time.
It's just a little too
late
to change my
mind.
Because that wouldn't be
fair.
You wouldn't know
what to do.
If I wasn't
there.
I would like to say it's
your
and your
and your fault.
But lets not lie.
This is my life.
My decisions.
My actions.
And now my consequences.
I have no choice but to accept the
responsibilty.
To find another way
To get to point B
from point A
with a couple of detours
in between.

The Journey

By: Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

What you had to do, and began,

Though the voices around you

Kept shouting

Their bad advice,

Though the whole house

Began to tremble

And you felt the old tug

At your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

Each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

Though the wind pried

With its stiff fingers

At the very foundations,

Though their melancholy

Was terrible.

It was already late

Enough, and a wild night

And the road full of fallen

Branches and stones.

But little by little,

As you left their voices behind,

The stars began to burn 

Through the sheets of clouds,

And there was a new voice,

Which you slowly

Recognized as your own,

That kept you company

As you strode deeper and deeper

Into the world,

Determined to do

The only thing you could do,

Determined to save 

The only life you could save.