Poem: Wonder

Standing in the middle not knowing which way to turn.

If I go left, I lose the things that brings me life.

If I go right, I stand in the doorway of my dreams.

If I stand in the middle, then everything will be the same.

The trees will not move, and the wind would not make a whisper.

As the river sails on by, the trail has no ending.

The jungle is full of wonder, and you do not want to be a wonder.