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Cute (G) What now?
I've found your hand
It had been in my pocket this whole time
Imagine that!
What now?
There's a road up ahead
Don't mind the lack of signs
I think I know where we're going
What now?
There's something behind us
We've left it, but it follows still
If you look behind you, just wave
What now?
Is that a fork I see?
Is this a choice that looms?
Yes, I'm still holding your hand
What now?
The burden is split
Your shoulders bear the same as mine
Let's go right
What now?
Leave the road?
But... the world is so big
I see it is as a bug sees the bottom of a boot
What now?
Oh yes. We can fit between the treads
See here... a daisy finding the sun
It cracked the asphalt, this thread of green
Allright then
Off the road we go
There's much more to see
Than what the road has to show
This is a good poem, although it took me the second time to understand what you meant, because the "What now?" phrase sort of distorted the entire stanza when I came across it. Yeah, there are moments in life when we have to ask ourselves "What now?" and/or "What's next?" 'cause we're trying to "choose our paths in life." Life can be just so odd.
~Kathy