What Next?
I watched her quietly walk out the door into the pouring rain just as confused and unsure as she was when she walked in the door. After all these years she still can't make up her mind, can't find her place, and walks with indifference to both. Only for a short while until it creeps up late in the evenings when her head flattens the plush of her pillow. Digging into the past to find an answer to the future -- what really was the road to get to here? And would it be traveled again if her life was a do over?
How insignificant she felt as she lit a cigarette wondering if she was the last thought someone had when they went to sleep, or the first that dreams them awake. So cliche the way age changes us, just like the movies -- and here she was feeling like the lead actress talking over a snippit of clips of her life gone by.
Stuck at the fork in the road, between two doors that say 'Open Me'. Each just as enticing as the other with its luscious greens and mountains to conquer in the distance. And all she does is sit slightly off the dirt path on the grass pondering her life as it passes before her eyes. Oblivious to the time that encompasses her in a time capsule that still ages its contents just as fast as anything else in life.
What next?
How insignificant she felt as she lit a cigarette wondering if she was the last thought someone had when they went to sleep, or the first that dreams them awake. So cliche the way age changes us, just like the movies -- and here she was feeling like the lead actress talking over a snippit of clips of her life gone by.
Stuck at the fork in the road, between two doors that say 'Open Me'. Each just as enticing as the other with its luscious greens and mountains to conquer in the distance. And all she does is sit slightly off the dirt path on the grass pondering her life as it passes before her eyes. Oblivious to the time that encompasses her in a time capsule that still ages its contents just as fast as anything else in life.
What next?