Undecided

I stand with one foot firmly planted

On a bricked path of sand.

My other foot stands in salty waters,

A step away from the paved land.

As dusk threatens its wake

I must hastily decide.

In the way of water or sand,

I must take a confident stride.

If I follow the path of water,

I might struggle to stay afloat.

But my heart would flow free

To enjoy the world from a boat.

If I follow the path of sand,

My life would be made of concrete.

With a traditional foundation,

Creative dreams would take a back seat.

The grainy sand warms my left foot,

I feel the cool sea on my right.

I want to have both the sand and the sea,

But only one path can win my internal fight.

The sun sinks a little lower,

Undecided, I feel unbearably distraught.

Suddenly my right foot leaves the water.

I head for sand without a second thought.