I sit on the world, eager, cross-legged and erect
Staring at my possibilities,
Weighing out the consequences.
How far off from where I was, is?
How far off the path am I, was?
How many years removed, remain?
I sit on the world, apprehensive
Like a cadaver, extended.
Dreaming of the future
Stranded in the present
How many doors are a head of me, behind?
How many have closed, opened?
What must I do to break through?
Should I knock,
Or just walk in?