Oct 2012
The decision point is reached:
Only one path ahead to tread
With single-minded purpose.
A decision finally made;
No more sleepless nights
Or distracted days.
There is no turning back;
No second chances;
No place for "luck".
The cards are dealt, die cast.
Chance has been renounced,
Possible futures lost.
It is done.
The choice was mine.
The end mine too.
Only one path ahead to tread
With single-minded purpose.
A decision finally made;
No more sleepless nights
Or distracted days.
There is no turning back;
No second chances;
No place for "luck".
The cards are dealt, die cast.
Chance has been renounced,
Possible futures lost.
It is done.
The choice was mine.
The end mine too.
The idea for the poem came from Brian Friel's 'Faith Healer' (paraphrased within its text); the title from the Manic Street Preachers's 'Enola/Alone', and an idle semantic observation when bored.
