A crossroad of destruction.

I’ve not a single idea,
Of what comes next.
No detailed plan,
Or future dream,
I have nothing
It seems.
Two paths ahead,
Both waiting for me to walk them,
One filled with destruction, likely fuelled by vodka,
No strings and hapless misgivings.
The other is simple, and I am the prize, If I walk the path I will surely rise.
I don’t know who I am,
or what in this world I can become,
I never dreamt I could become someone.
I choose this path,
I don’t know where it leads,
But I know that it’s
What I need.
I might fail it,
I might nail it.
But, for the first time in my life,
I’d like to try.

Universal, golden silence.

If time, stopped right now,
For just a single moment,
If everything, stood perfectly still, i’d stop, to check what was real,
I’d look inside minds,
see who was kind,
Look for the words,
That are so hard to find.
I’d fix,
The broken bits,
So everyone saw what i see.
Set people free,
i’d whisper,
encouragement,
Kick out the dents,
and discover what was really meant.
i’d walk alone,
In a forest,
in the dark,
With only the moon
For company,
I’d climb the highest
trees,
And show the world what
I see.
If time stopped for just a moment,
I’d look for me.