Signposts ( Archived) (4)

When we reach the crossroads
Will there be a sign, "decision here"
Will the omens all line up
To make the best solution
To our dilemma clear?

What declaration of options closing
Will the world send our way?
Will they be there, unrecognized
But for ignorance we would care?

Signposts, invisible to our eye
A missed, inopportune timing, soon
To be lost, and never come again,
No reverse gear on life, its clear
And when we’re lost, truly wilderness
Is where we come without signposts
And directions on an invisible map.

Pioneers into our darkest, deepest fears
The many layers of an unmarked path.
And should we attempt our trail to backtrack
No signposts, nothing to which we may attack.
Invisible, yet, decisions which are crucial
Thrown here, without direction, into this crucible

Something to think about GB...nice poem....

You've been down some of our country roads
over here haven't you, where your so very
near your destination and the next juction
has no signs....................................

Seriously thought provoking as usual thanks......