When i was young
i had no sense of direction.
so they made me walk
down this long, almost unending road
with other wide-eyed innocents
who, like me, had no idea
whether to go this way...
... or that.
we walked down that long road
together, for thirteen years.
some stumbled, and others went on.
but i just kept moving forward
even though at times i bruised
and scraped my knee.
and they said,
"she's got a good head on her shoulders.
she won't lose her way."
and funny - we hardly noticed
that one day we just found ourselves
at the end of the road.
now, everyone can tell left from right,
this way and that.
everyone but me.
everyone wants to take the highway -
it's rough and bumpy, but it's the big road
and at the end
you can see towers and buildings so high
that you can hardly see the blue sky
or the flowers growing beneath them.
(if there still are any)
and as for me?
i just want to walk down the alley.
it's a road not always taken
but it smells of belonging to me.
still, i don't want to be left behind.
i don't want them to say,
"i always thought she had
a good head on her shoulders.
i wonder why
she chose to take that path."
so, like every other person
who walked with me once,
i'll trod down the highway as well.
it's been thirteen years
and i still have no sense of direction.
