Enigma
The weight of the world,
Of my existence,
Weighs upon me.
What do I see?
Do I see clearly?
Every step
Every move
Is a bend in the path
That carves my future.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
I inscribe my name
On the scroll of life.
There is no eraser
No backspace
I act on what my eyes tell me.
What do I see?
Do I see clearly?
Picture credit from Freewriters, which credits Pixabay
I wrote this in response to the Freewriters A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words Contest.