Where Do I Go From Here
Which way shall I go?
Left, where nothing is right,
Or right, where nothing left.
How do I know what's right?
When I only see what's right in front of me.
Onwards, but my fears would have me clone
Backwards, my past best left alone
But beyond... my mind is made up to achieve
And though am bound, on my dreams;
I would not be sieved.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world