Some days, I want to paint the sky in green,
Just to see what color the sun will shine.
And other times I wish to be unseen,
To be forever lost beyond the line.
At noon I'll sail my ships upon the seas,
But row back into shore when I'm too far.
A bee? Who is the queen that I must please?
Will those in front please leave the door ajar?
"The Road goes ever on," a great man said.
Another spoke of two diverging paths.
A map may steer me out of my own head,
But can I face the world and all her wraths?
When I decide to fly and not to crawl,
Will I circle the clouds or will I fall?
Reprinted from The Westwood Public Library's 2005 Poetry Anthology
