thewayiwrite

Direction

Today

I found myself in a muddle

Stuck in the middle

Not knowing which way to turn

And so I turned to the left

And then to the right

But the way still did not seem clear

The world seemed so lonely

And the road so long

I felt quite alone

So I turned to the crow on the fence post and I asked him;

‘Which way shall I go?’

To the left, where nothing’s right?

Or to the right, where’s nothing left?