The Ripple Effect

Sometimes I cannot help but wonder

What really goes out yonder?

If all our lives is not a blunder

To pass never remembered like thunder

Into it we come wailing

Like a crazy angry "Baleing"

On crooked arm we go sailing

With our shadows like destiny tailing

We stand confused at the crossroads

Right and left the road unfolds

Decisions you cannot put on hold

You take left and it says sold.

At first you seem sure and bold

Until the unknown leaves you cold

And though young you look old

All that glitters is not gold

Now you face life’s gallows

Even your spit you cannot swallow

Your body is left, like the land it fallows

Naught remains except maybe your shadows

We stand confused at the crossroads

Right and left the road unfolds

Decisions you cannot put on hold

You take left and it says sold.