I look in his eyes,
Wishing to communicate,
What lies 'round final bend.
Not a finish-line,
No exit or river's end,
But instead a Mouth.
I once rounded that bend, and entered that Mouth..
Then the Mouth opened,
And it screamed out an ocean,
This path...
Once narrow, now wide.
I had searched for one,
one perfect path, one answer,
A silver bullet.
Instead there was choice,
more than I could imagine,
there was no answer.
Just destination,
And an ocean of options,
The rest up to me.
*Read "The River", my first post, before this.
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