Summer is coming soon to an end.
A bittersweet summer.
One that has aged me to wise. Solemnly, I stand welcoming and allowing.
Loosened grips, blood returns to white knuckles.
Numbed fear, but wild excitement.

Standing here
And I see endless roads
Of possibilities.
Standing here
With all my fears
I freeze.

Do not know which way to go
Do not know which way to take
But all that I can know
Is with every decision I make,
I will still wonder
About the endless roads
Of possibilities
That I never took.