At my own pace.

Life - a seemingly endless cycle

of deja vus

Same smiles, same fears,

the return of the blues

At another crossroad I see

myself standing

These empty roads I just

seem to keep crossing

Haven't I seen these

same arrows?

Those signs look so familiar

begging me to follow

Awaiting at the end of  every decision

a patient 'should-have' &'maybe'

Hoping for yesterdays to return,

I stay still, refusing to breathe.

Alas, time passes by tickling

my wants and needs

So with every hesitant step,

I choose this turn into this street.

One glance of gratitude to the

yesterdays that stand behind me

I move into the future

groping in the darkness of uncertainty

Through the blues, a smile spreads

on my face.

Tomorrow might be hiding but I'll 

find it at my own pace.

-JU-