I have come to a corner,
But I can't see ahead.
I'm not sure if the traffic lights are telling me green or red.
But I can't see ahead.
I'm not sure if the traffic lights are telling me green or red.
Is it a turning?
Or even a sharp bend?
Or is it a road that will suddenly come to an end?
I'm not ready to climb a hill,
Or even go quickly down a slope.
I'd rather wander at my own pace,
So I know how to cope.
Perhaps it's a crossing
And the journey will carry on.
Perhaps here I must rest
And wait for a friend to come along.
© Leonora Sophie 2009
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