Spinning off Horizon's Edge

Choice without consequence,

spins crossroads both directions.

At rest, the four possibilities,

have no path that leads south.

Final destinations fall endlessly,

plummeting off horizon's edge,

to echo forever, never landing.

A life of free fall, uprooted.

For without foundation,

building blindly, and directionless,

all erected becomes unbalanced.

Life lived in darkness,

never sees the happiness,

that was meant to be.

© 2012 Tamera Dobbins