Junction J

Fränz Müller

Two paths diverge before you;

neither one is safe.

Which do you choose?

You cannot gauge the peril

nor predict which will end worse;

an impromptu viking funeral?

or crushed to death in a hearse?

There are no guarantees in life,

except that it will end;

every decision, every day

is like that fork at Junction J;

we stumble, blindly, ever forwards

with only the faintest hope

of a quick, forgettable end.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A most interesting poem of decision and death and where and when as well as how few know unless you plan your own. Nicely imaged it reads well.

  • Anna Wakey29

    Blunt, tough, and asking questions people spend too much of their life asking, then pointing out none of that matters because the only certainty in life is death. A very good write, and an even better read.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Fränz, this one made me laugh and grimace at the same time. That’s a pretty bleak fork in the road. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Fränz Müller

      We’re all truly forked, aren’t we? 😁



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