Opportunities

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Opportunities

Walking solemn like a wolf,

On the dreary path,

I gaze at the valleys,

Expanse to the sea.

 

I face the moonlight,

Shining upon my face,

Time runs by,

As decisions flail me.

 

I gaze at several open doors,

Not sure which one to choose,

The decision is mine, all mine,

Yet my mind doe

s not comprehend.

 

I choose the door,

And I wait.

I wait,

For the final verdict.

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